Page 63 of Lunatic
I’m in Rochester, New York, and outside city hall, which means police, so I immediately need to get out of this area. If I’mfound by authorities, I know I’ll end up back at Wellard Asylum. I head towards a grassy area with trees, and plan to lie low for a while, as I try to figure out what to do, and where to go.
Rolling my eyes at myself, I sit on the bench with a raven painted on it.
I watch two birds flying circles around a tree, when the sound of whistling steals all the air from my lungs. I’m immobile. As much as I should, I can’t turn to see who it’s coming from. The sound gets closer, until it’s right behind me, and breath hits the back of my neck.
“I was always going to find you. If you really thought I wouldn’t, you might actually be crazy. Whatever you need to be happy, I’ll fucking provide it to you. Ask me for anything and it’s yours. Except for one thing. I’ll never let you go, pretty girl. I can’t. It’s the one thing I’m not capable of. That would be the equivalent of ripping my own fucking heart out. Run and I will catch you. Hide and I will find you. Cut your hair. Remove the tracker. It doesn’t matter, because I’m a hunter by nature. Your scent is embedded in my soul. Don’t you see it, baby? They broke you, so I could put you back together. The same way you heal every damaged piece of me.”
Her trembling fingers sit on her lap, as I walk around the bench until I’m facing her. I kneel in front of her, and immediately spot the solitary tear traveling down her cheek.
“What are you so afraid of, pretty girl?”
“You,” she breathes.
Unable to not touch her, I slide my hands up her thighs, and she shivers like she’s freezing but I know it’s fear. While I do enjoy it when she’s scared, I also want her to stop running fromme. I do like a game of hide and seek, but I like her beside me twenty-four-seven, far more.
“I know what you’ve been through. You’re running because you think I’ll turn into him, but I won’t. I’d rather carve my own damn heart out of my chest, than ever do what he did. I’ll never give you more than a red handprint on your ass or a pretty little hand necklace. And I think we both know you liked that.”
Her cheeks blush beautifully, and I fight the need to adjust my hard cock.
“We are leaving, but I’ll give you a choice in how we do it. Hand in hand, or do you prefer to travel over my shoulder?”
She shakes her head and says,
“What do you want from me, Raven?”
It takes me a moment to respond, since I’m confused by the question. I think I’ve been clear about what I want.
“I want you to choose me. It shouldn’t surprise me that you don’t. Nobody ever does. So I’ll settle for having you. Maybe I will never have your heart, but I know you feel something for me. Not love, but something. If you’d stop fighting so hard, who knows what it could be.”
“You’re a killer,” she whispers.
I nod in agreement.
“I am, and I always will be. I’m also the man that helped you get the revenge you needed. Don’t deny it, pretty girl. You needed it, and it felt freeing.”
Bianca’s lips pull up into the slightest smile.
“It did. He deserved it, after everything he did to me.”
Rising from the ground, I sit on the bench beside her, and take her face in my hands.
“I didn’t know why I didn’t break out of the asylum sooner. I was more than capable of it. Now I know. I was waiting for you.”
“Raven,” she breathes, and it makes my cock even harder, painfully so.
Sliding my hand into her much shorter hair, I tilt her head to the side and lean into her.
I swipe my tongue over her slightly parted lips, enjoying the moan it elicits from her. Tilting my head, I press my lips to hers, and she cups the back of my neck as I slide my tongue against hers.
Moving my hand down her back, I lie her down on the bench and hover over her, pressing soft kisses along her jawline.
“I feel like the painted raven is watching us.”
Biting her neck gently, I say, “Ravens are always watching, pretty girl. They are often thought to represent death, but I think that’s wrong. They start off in gangs, before they go off on their own. It’s life the raven is looking for, and once he finds it, he’ll never let it go.”
Sliding my hand up her shirt, feeling her soft skin under my fingers, I move up until I get to her tits.
“Oh my god, not here. It’s broad daylight.”
