Page 89 of Stitches

He tugged me forward through the woods for a moment before he broke into a run, my hand in his, as we raced into the night. When we reached the edge of the woods, we were both breathless.

He turned to me and gave me a smile. “This is where we part.”

I swallowed hard, knowing I was going to miss him.

“Oh, my sweet girl,” he murmured, chucking my chin up. “I’ll miss you too, but it’s time. Wild animals belong to the dark forest.” He backed away from me slowly, his white bunny ears a stark contrast to the darkness of the night. “Just so you know, I think you look beautiful in all black. It’s my favorite color.” And with those words, he loped off into the darkness, leaving me standing on the edge of the woods, confused out of my mind, but knowing I missed more than just him.

He’d taken my mind off things like I’d wanted, but with it only came more heartache.

On the other side of the coin though, I knew I was desperate to see my watchers and sent up a silent prayer that my rabbit, my Mirage, was right about seeing them tonight.

If they didn’t come to me, I’d just have to go to them.

CHURCH

Once I felt confident that she was asleep, I made my way over to the dorm room and unlocked the door before stepping inside to find her sleeping soundly in her bed.

It had been killing me to be away from her, but I thought she needed the space while we worked through shit and had a more solid plan in place.

And while we made her something special.

I stared down at her, just as intrigued with her beauty and her soul as the first time I’d seen her. Being away from her had really been hard, but I knew it would be worth it in the end. Wanting to be better for her made little sense to the old Dante, but to the one who was madly in love with her, it was perfection. And I did want to be better for her. For all of us. Seeing Sin and speaking with Asylum helped to soothe my wicked soul. It wasn’t without a price though. I knew shit would go from bad to worse and we’d need to meet it head-on when it did, but I at least felt better prepared now.

Knowing Asylum was in deep with my father pissed me off. I wasn’t surprised though. My father did adore the gifted and wicked. Asylum was a shoo-in.

Typically, I wouldn’t have entertained shit from Asylum. I’d have gutted him and left him in the forest for the wild animals to feast on, but there was something in his voice, in his eyes, when he spoke about my specter that made me pause. Or maybe it was Stitches being so adamant that I listen.

Whatever it was, it had worked.

Now I just had a sleeping beauty to take back to my bed.

Of course, I did adore her sleeping form. It was my sickness, taking her innocence while she slumbered so peacefully. I wanted to be the nightmare she couldn’t wake from. Couldn’t escape from.

If that wasn’t true love, I didn’t know what was.

Or maybe it was beyond love. Maybe it was obsession.

Whatever it was, it had me stroking my cock as I stared down at her. I knew Cady wouldn’t be back for a long time because I’d texted her to tell her I needed to talk to Sirena and to stay away. After sending me a photo of her giving the camera the finger, she agreed.

Carefully, I reached out and brushed a black wave away from her face, my cock as hard as a steel beam.

I’d been jerking off in the shower every chance I got since I’d been away from her.

There was no way in hell I wasn’t going to take her right where she lay tonight.

I pushed my pants off and removed the rest of my clothes before I crawled into bed with her and ran my hand beneath her white nightgown. I brushed against her silk-clad pussy before I leveled myself over her body and slid my dick through her folds, saying fuck it to her panties. Pushing them aside would simply have to do.

Gently, I inched my way inside her heat until I was completely buried inside her.

I didn’t move. I simply stayed seated within her hot, tight confines, staring down at her.

Her lashes fluttered, and her brows crinkled. Then her colorful eyes greeted me through the dim light from the moon.

Her breath caught in her chest as she stared back at me.

I thought maybe she’d hit me. It would be a fitting punishment after being a complete asshole and leaving her.

Instead, she shifted upward and pressed her lips to mine and tangled her fingers in my hair.

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