Page 34 of Bloody Valentine

Maybe she was cold. It was warmer in here than outside, for sure, but it still held a chill even with the lanterns surrounding us.

“I’m not a virgin anymore…” she hung her head.

I laughed and turned her body. Her tear-streaked face was flushed. “No, you are right. You’re not.”

“Do you really believe that Maddox? All that crap about destiny? Have you ever tried to go against it? Or are you too intent on deciding everyone’s fate but your own?”

Her words held a different meaning to me than she even realized. Had I ever gone against fate? Yes, and my broken, beaten body was the punishment.

“Yes,” I said in a monotone voice. I didn’t extend on that. And she sighed.

“Well, I doubt that, but you should. You can’t let fate choose for you all the time. If you don’t make your own decisions, you are no better than a puppet.”

Her words made me blink, anger and realization clouding my judgment.

“I am no fucking puppet. I am the one to decide what is to happen.”

She righted her dress, wincing when she went to walk away from me letting my shirt fall to the cold wet ground.

“It doesn’t seem like you have made a decision for yourself in a long time. Am I just part of the orders of fate? Was taking my virginity part of that?”

I shook my head. Taking her virginity was actually forbidden, especially in front of the Elders like this. This was one decision I had made for myself, saying ‘fuck you’ to a Divine order.

I wanted her.

I needed her.

I had to enjoy her for the time I had left. The time I had before…before the Divine took her from me. Like they always did.

“I chose to take you,” I said, anger and bitterness lacing my tone. “Claimed you like my Little Whore.”

She flinched at my wording, and tears slipped over her cheeks as she stared at me.

“The men in this fucked up crypt are just dead guys, Maddox. They shouldn’t control your future. They certainly don’t control mine. I am free of your fate. And I’m making the choice now. Don’t come near me ever again.Thatis fate. My choice. That you’ll cease to exist in my world.”

I stared at her, unable to comprehend her words.

Reaching down I gripped my shirt in my hands, squeezing the material tightly before throwing it back over my body. She was dismissing me.

Discarding me like fucking trash after I just made her come so hard her eyes rolled in the back of her head? How did she think she could choose that?

She couldn’t escape the Elders any more than I could.

I laughed, a hysterical sound escaping my lips as I watched her continue to walk out of the mausoleum of our history.

Don’t come near me again. That is fate. My choice. That you’ll cease to exist in my world.

I was Maddox fucking Valentine. I would not be dismissed! I ran after her. She was already making her way toward the maze. I felt unhinged, anger and disbelief filling my veins. My cock was spent, but now I ached for her in a different way.

I needed to fuck her again. This time, showing the wrongness in her statement. She wouldfeelmy control and choke on her words.

I ducked inside the maze, listening for her little huffs of pain and frustration as she fled.

“Oh, Little Virgin, you couldn’t really dismiss me and expect me to lay down like a good little dog, could you? Don’t forget, darling, that you are the bitch in this scenario, and I am going to fucking muzzle you with my cock for your naughty mouth.”

Her breathing picked up, and now the sound of her footsteps was more audible. I followed her through the maze.

“Now, now, Little Vivvy. For something you apparently hate so much, you are falling right into the hands of your own fate.”

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