Page 56 of Destined for the Devil
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for what happened tonight. I'm sorry my past intruded on our fairy tale. Because being with you...is like living in one.” I nodded, holding onto her like she was a prize. “I love you. I will never let you go, do you understand? I want to be with you until the end of my time. I want to marry you. I want to have kids with you. And a family life. And I want to give you everything you want. I don't fucking care about anyone or anything else, Isla. Only you."
Her tears returned, but this time, they weren’t brought on by pain. This was probably too fast, too much, but I didn't fucking care. This feeling, this magic, this fairy tale happened to me for the first time in my life, and I wanted her to know.
Finally on my feet, she stared up at me and trembled, barely able to breathe in and out. Dazed, she was lost for words, so I helped. "Don't be scared of what I said, baby. I need you to know how serious I am. It's only you. Forever."
Her eyes were wet with tears, pure, rich with emotions. Whenever our gazes met, there was no more pain, no more devastation, no more injustice. Just bliss.
"Show me then. Show me how much you love me." Isla responded quietly, never breaking eye contact.
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Butterflies
Isla
BeingwithRomanunlockedevery emotion that I’d been afraid or embarrassed of in the past. It’s like he had the key to my soul, revealing to me what was always there but that I’d ignored.
I believed him when he said he didn’t call those girls and they showed up without his knowledge. But it stung hard—that they entered our home, touched him, and acted like this was some dirty hookup.
Fuck them. Fuck every single woman who ever looks at him again.
Everything he said settled in my mind and…I wanted all that too. To be beside him for the rest of my life. I wouldbelongto him, and he was mine.
His blue eyes hot with lust for me, he gazed down from his full height, and I felt so small, so fragile, so protected. With Roman, nothing could hurt me. Nothing could ever break me again.
"You.” He tucked a lock of hair behind my ear, looking me over like a starved animal. “Are in big trouble." His whisper sent a shiver down my spine, and his lips parted to catch mine.
"Fuck, I hope so," I mumbled into his sweet lips, all of me ripped apart by desire.
I wanted to be used. I wanted him toownme. But Roman held back, his fingertips merely grazing my hips instead of gifting me his real touch. And God, I craved it. I wanted to be squeezed by his strong fingers, for his rough grip to bruise my skin, for my breath to catch in my throat fromhis dominant gaze.
“Come with me,” he said, voice low and mysterious, and laced his fingers through mine. I followed obediently, expecting to be tossed onto the bed, but instead, he led me to the front door.
Unexpectedly, he crouched in front of me and found my sandals, gently placing each one on my feet. His touch was soft, like he was afraid of breaking me.
I heard his deep sigh, and he looked up at me with such a pure smile, running his hands up my legs. I caught sight of something—a fresh tattoo on his ring finger. I grabbed his hand and inspected the writing while he waited for me to read it.
Isla.
My heart somersaulted inside my chest. My name. Written in ink,in his flesh.
“That’s…that’s my name?” I whispered.
He nodded without a hint of hesitation. “Yes. I got it today.” He rose, but I held onto his hand, still staring at my name inked into his skin.
A paradigm shattered inside me at that moment.
I wanted one too.
A quick thought rushed into my head—who was I? Who had I become? I’d never evenconsidereda tattoo before. I never wanted to alter my body, never wanted to mark it, pierce it, or change it. Sure, I had my insecurities, but I mostly liked my body the way it was, never wanting to taint it.
But now I wanted to be marked. Not just marked by a tattoo—but by him.
"I want to get one," I stated, excitement bursting through my voice. His gaze darkened, his black eyebrows coming together in confusion.
"You...want a tattoo? Of what? And where?" he asked, curious and apprehensive.
I gave it a second of consideration. I had no idea where—butwhat…I knew right away. "Your name. You pick the spot." I broke out into light laughter, the thought making me giddy.
