Page 88 of Slaughtered Firefly
“Iwant a divorce.”
“No.” I grabbed her by the chin, looking into those ocean-blue eyes. Rage and sadness tangoed in the sea that was her. I fucked up, and now instead of letting me fix it, she was trying to force me away. With the meeting with Obsidian set, the pieces fell into place. We would find Gabriella, I knew it.
“Cole.” She warned, but with less bite. Exhaustion seeped into her limbs as she leaned against me.
“I promise you I will do everything in my power to get her back,” I meant the words.Would she let me?She had already killed one person in her search for Gabby; would I be next? I could never seek forgiveness for ripping Gabriella out of her hands, but I could make sure that they were reunited. It had been years since we were in the same room. I had longed for her. Never straying away from the punishment she served me. I was devastated when she chose to fulfill her needs with someone else.Did he give those bruises to you or was it the cat fight?I had no right to be jealous when I was the one that caused her so much pain. But I was incredibly jealous; I liked her pain. I liked her love, her devotion, and I never wanted to let go. I wanted every part of her for myself. It was a sick obsession. I was in love with the way she crumpled in on herself when she was at her breaking point. Shoving her over the edge and shattering her sanity had become my favorite drink. I closed my eyes and was taunted with her screams, only to open them and see her frail body beside mine. The way she always came back to me when she was broken. Sure, it was Midas who started the work of molding her into the perfect wife. But it was everything after that solidified her resolve in me. I was the savior drenched in her blood. An accomplice to every tortured cry for help. Even now, as she leaned against me, utterly devastated by the loss of her child, it thrilled me.
Starved of her touch, my hand caressed her cheek. Summer leaned into my palm, tears glistening on her cheek, stood out by the purple. She turned to face me once more. She was so beautiful, even when she cried. My tongue darted out, catching a tear in its tracks. I licked her cheek. Her fingers traced my collar. “Let me make it up to you, let me find our little girl.” I begged. She was the only one who ever saw the emotions I caged.
Her lips crashed into mine. It was a fire on the surface–urgent, breathless and all-consuming. Everything felt right as her arms curled around my neck. She was the gasoline to my flame, and I would burn her. Summer’s lips tasted like sugar-coated danger. Her hand was gentle on my chest, but I felt the tension coiled in her fingers. She wasn’t holding me — she washolding me in place.
There was a moment I considered stopping her. Denial. Hope. Love.
But I felt the gun press to my chest — my heart that belonged to her. With a whisper of her breath on my lips, “Please take it away, I don’t want to be strong anymore, just take it away,” she pleaded.
The cold metal barrel pressed against her own chest, held in place by our bodies. Her fingers jittered as she pleaded with me, promising she would never break and do it herself.Promise me that if you ever want to end your life again, you’ll let me do it.God, it was years ago.She was better than I, never failing to keep a promise. I had broken so many of the promises to her. She deserved better than me, but I was too selfish to let her go. I would let her be ruined by others again if it meant I stayed in her life.
“Summer,” I urged her to reconsider. I hadn’t left her side despite the burning ache in my shoulder and her demand that I go stitch myself up. She was in my arms now, and I would neverlet her go, if I had to bleed to death for her to realize it was worth the price.
“Please — I can’t do this anymore.” Her body shook as I took hold of the barrel.
“Ok.” I agreed. I withdrew the revolver, removing the bullets. My eyes never left hers as I blindly reloaded. Spinning the chamber. I held a single bullet up. “For good luck,” I stashed the bullet in my pocket.
She backed up, a large smile on her face. It reached her eyes despite the tears that tracked down her cheeks. That rare smile I used to see all the time — now it was just a memory to collect like the rest. “Turn around,” I commanded, and she obeyed, turning to face away from me. “Strip,” I ordered again, and she obliged. The red dress pooled at her feet, and she stepped out.
I walked towards her, my breath inches away from her shoulder as I kissed the bare skin; a shiver ran through her. I walked around her, noticing all the little imperfections across the years, her body marred with the battles of others that no one should have endured. Some of those scars were mine.
She smiled proudly, unashamed, and I mirrored the smile. “Open your pretty little mouth.” She didn’t blink; her chest rose and fell as she watched me carefully but opened her mouth.
I placed the barrel of the gun on her tongue, resting it there. “Should I shoot you in the mouth and watch your pretty little brains splatter against the merchandise?” The odds were in her favor, with only four bullets in a seven-round revolver. She would die. The hammer slid home as I pressed the trigger. Click.
Relief flooded into her eyes as I smirked at her. She didn’t say anything though; adrenaline was driving us. If my math was right, she had a forty-two percent chance of living. I pulled the gun away, watching a string of saliva fall on her breasts as I moved the pistol lower, “or should I shoot you through the heart, the very thing that hurts too much.”
Summer’s breast rose and fell quicker now. I couldn’t feel her heart, but I imagined it raced under the weight of the gun. “It’s a thirty percent chance right?” Staring into those magnificent orbs of hers, she nodded. The plea froze on her lips; her body vibrated with the unspent round. Click.Too bad it would have been a magnificent site.
I pulled the gun away, scratching at my temple, my finger hovering over the trigger, the round seated in the chamber. “maybe I should stab you instead, bleed you dry as you hang from the rafters. Would you let me defile you as your life drained from your body?” I smiled, liking the idea of fucking the life out of her.
“Plea — ” she stopped short, the pistol now between her eyes.
“That would be too easy right? I mean what if you survived right?” My dick got harder as I considered the possibilities of killing my wife in just the right way.
“Yes,” her voice was breathy. Her body shook in anticipation as I stepped closer to her, my hand trailing down her stomach towards her pussy.
“Oh my beautiful wife, you are soaked,” I whispered. “Naughty girl, getting turned on by your own death,” I swatted her butt with the gun as I walked towards the table, setting it down with the others. She hadn’t moved from her stance, waiting as I approached her from behind. My hand grabbed her breast, and I felt exactly how fast that little heart beat. The next round would have killed this racing heart. It was a fourteen percent chance of survival odds even I couldn’t beat.
“Would you like me to strangle you?” I breathed into her ear as my hand wrapped around her neck, pulling her body against mine. She nodded calmly, but she was anything but; her pulse danced wildly beneath my fingertips as I squeezed. My mouth enclosed her ear as I sucked in her scent. Summer grabbed my dick in my jeans, and I groaned. I turned her towards me. Lustgathered in her eyes as I held her. “So what will it be? Do you truly wish to die now?”
She scrunched her eyebrows together before shaking her head no. I inhaled sharply, and she lunged. There was nothing gentle about it–no hesitation, no buildup, just the desperate collision of our lips. Our breaths mingled in ragged gasps as her hands fisted in my shirt, dragging me closer to her. Anchored in a needy, long overdue moment, my hand threaded into her hair, pulling her away only for a moment before we collided again. Her lips moved in with urgency that spoke louder than any words we uttered. The kiss, a confession of longing, of fear, of everything we hadn’t voiced. Kissing her felt like home and heartbreak. I wanted to rewrite time with her lips on mine. If I kissed her any harder, I could wash away every second we spent apart — all the pain I had caused her.
When our lips parted, it was too soon. Her forehead rested against mine as I trembled for her, breathless.This was the woman I would gladly die for; all she’d have to do was speak the words. I would spend the rest of my miserable life pining for her if she denied me.No, I wouldn’t really pine for her; I would take her regardless of her wants. It was just a bonus if she gave it to me willingly.Nothing would be good enough because there was no one else for me; she was my everything. I had tried once to get over her, and never again. The need to show her how obsessed I was, how much I fucking missed her when she wasn’t around, surged through me. I sank to my knees, slinging her leg over my shoulder than my face smashed against her pussy. Her heel dug into the wound, and I grunted, welcoming the pain. Her wetness multiplied as she continued causing me pain, and I laughed into her center.My firefly was always hiding just how much of a monster she was herself.
It wasn’t right for me to be anywhere else but on my knees. I had failed her again. My tongue traced against her clitoris hood, probing as a breathy gasp escaped her.
Finding the bundle of nerves hidden within my tongue lashed against her center. She gripped the roots of my hair, and as her leg wobbled, a cry of ecstasy echoed around the warehouse. The pain in her heel as she pressed harder surged me on. My tongue circled her clit with such force I was afraid she’d grind it off. It was worth the effort as I was rewarded with her moans. I plunged a finger into her tight wetness. Her walls widened to accept me before clamping down. I groaned, wishing it were my cock instead.
“Cole — ” Her moans encouraged me as I pumped my digit to the same brutal pace of my tongue; her juices slid down my chin as her hips rotated, aching for more. My teeth grazed against her, and she moaned as her whole body shook. It was the best of feelings when her thighs suffocated me. Slipping another finger into her, I groaned when her walls quaked around me. Summer rode my face like her throne, working herself over on my fingers as I pumped into her. Her walls tightened as my fingers pushed against her G - spot. She was so close I worked my tongue faster, my fingers curling upward as curses and moans flew from her mouth. When she screamed her orgasm, everything clamped down as she came on my face.
“Good girl,” I growled as her body shook with the sensation. Her cloudy eyes found mine still fogged with lust, and her chest was rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. I held her as she came down from the climax. Steadied her as she pulled her leg out of my grasp, unmounting my face. I mourned the loss of her taste. Sadness encompassed me as I watched her walk away. She was done with me now. She’d taken what I freely offered and left.
