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I wanted him to finish what he started.
I wanted his mouth on my skin, his body breaking me open.
Not just physically.
Emotionally.
Completely.
And that’s the part that scares me most.
Because I don’t just want the sex.
I want him.
The man who sees all my ugly and doesn’t run. Even when I tell him to fuck off.
The one who could destroy me with a single word, but instead, whispers “wife” like it’s holy.
I down the rest of my wine and pull my knees to my chest, rings still glinting in the low light.
What does it say about me that the first man who ever made me feel safe is the one most capable of ruining me? What does it say that I want him to?
Maybe I am a monster.
But even monsters crave something real.
Chapter 35
FINN
Song- Snake Oil, Foals.
Before I even reach my private torture chamber, disguised as a sterile medical suite tucked inside my own mansion, I stop outside her door.
And I smile.
The soft creak of the hinges as I open it feels almost ceremonial. I cross the threshold and lift the hatch on her enclosure. Then I wait.
She’ll sense me soon. She always does.
Eight years I’ve loved her.
From the moment I found her, half-dead, bleeding, and limp from the hands of her abuser, I knew she was mine. She was small then. Frail. But still coiled in defiance. A force even in pain.
And now?
Now she is death incarnate.
A ripple of black scales emerges from the shadows. I don’t flinch. Instead, I lift my bare arm and wait as she glides up it, her weight a relief.
Nyx.
She curls around me, claiming nearly every inch of exposed skin from forearm to shoulder, until she settles in her favorite place.
Around my throat.
A warning and a promise.
