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“Dani.” I whisper, raising my hand, wanting to stroke her face, but lowering it before I make contact.
My stomach is in my throat, my heart beating rapidly around it, while my body betrays me and shivers in recognition and love all wrapped in one fucked up ball of emotions that I never thought I would feel again. Just one look at her, one glance at her face and I’m already back to where we were before she left me. Even the voice in my head that’s been angry for years at her disappearance quiets and folds to the feelings roaring through me.
“Fuck off.” She snarls at me. Slapping money down on the counter, grabbing her drinks, handing Allie’s to her, and stomping away.
I’m standing in place, shocked, heartbroken all over again, watching her walk away for the second time with no explanation.
Chapter Nine
“Dani!” I scream out loud, jolting up in my bed covered in sweat.
My forehead is damp and my chest is sticky, making the sheets cling to me as I kick and rip at them, not wanting anything touching me after the nightmare I’ve woken from.
She wasn’t walking away from me, she was dead, staring up at me with glassy eyes focused on the knife in my hand. I watched the blood drip from the blade as the light in her vanished, only to awake terrified of what I’d done.
I’m panting and sick to my stomach as I roll off the bed like a drunkard, landing on my hands and knees, dry heaving at the memory of how brutally I took her life.
“Why? Why would I do that?” I sputter to myself, heaving and lurching over my carpeted floor like a bloated dog. “What the fuck?”
I’m scorching hot as I hold my wet head in my shaking hands, dropping to my elbows, my body curling into itself. I would never do that to her, no matter how many times she leaves me, no matter how much she obviously hates me. I could never.
Go back, find her again. Find out why she doesn’t want you. Put this to bed.
“I can’t.” I mutter to my own thoughts, collapsing more, sprawling onto the floor, hating the feel of the carpet touching my flesh.
I need to cool off, to stop the burn of the nightmare, but my body won’t cooperate. I’m stuck on the floor, hating the heat, despising the images in my head, feeling everything in me fall apart.
As the first tear silently hits the tan carpet under me, I pass back out. The darkness takes me, but it doesn’t stay dark. Oh no.
“Damien. I love you.” Dani whimpers in my ear as I bring her to her climax for the third time. Her legs are wrapped around me, her hands gripping my muscular shoulders, with her nails digging into my skin.
I love the feeling of her under me, around me, giving in to me. She’s perfect, in every sense of the word, from her long, satiny, dark brown hair, to her little nose, and the scar on her chin.
“I’m sorry for this.” I say, kissing the line on her skin just below her bottom lip. “Can you ever forgive me?”
“I already did.”
“Why?”
“Because I love you too. Now fuck me again, my love.” She moans, arching her back, pressing her perky tits to my sweaty chest.
“I thought you’d never ask.” I say, playfully growling in her ear, and nipping at her neck, loving the taste of the salty perspiration on her skin.
My hands roam all over her, touching every inch of her silky skin, caressing and groping. I can never tire of the way she feels, molding into my strokes, and the way she shivers when I brush my hands over her breasts, rubbing her hard nipples with the love lines of my palms.
Her perfect little cunt is like heaven as I slide into her again, opening her up, spreading all the wetness from the first three orgasms all over my hard cock. It’s hot and slippery, and it makes my eyes roll back in my head and my toes curl.
“Oh Damien.” She purrs, her nails dragging down my back, scratching the skin hard enough that I feel little wet lines of blood appear.
“Yes, baby. Harder.” I mutter to her through clenched teeth from the pain of the cuts and the absolute pleasure of fucking her.
It’s heaven and hell and everything in between as I rock in and out of her, harder and harder. The bed shakes under us, with the headboard tapping on the wall behind her head, making hollow sounds that I know the neighbors can hear. I don’t care about anything though, except her and giving her the pleasure she deserves for being so god damned perfect.
Her blue eyes shine at me, and her smile turns into a big O as her pussy grips my cock and she starts to shake violently underneath me. Her legs clamp down on my hips and her fingers fall from my back, dropping onto the bed. It’s perfection, and then it’s not.
Her dark brown hair turns flaxen, and those crystal blue eyes muddle. Her mouth twists to a sinister smile and her hands lash out at my face.
I’m no longer in her, and the blood on the sheets isn’t from my back, but from the hole in her chest that I’m driving my knife into over and over again.
