Page 58 of Grave Love
It’s a simple question, and yet tension pulses in my temples. Her heart drums against me, begging for an answer. There’s no reason to make her do this. It’s not like it would hold up legally. The best option would be to kill her and get this whole charade over with. It’s not like Ineedher anymore. I know how to work the retorts, and I know that killing herwillbe as satisfying as killing my mother.
But Iwanther to recognize those reasons. To see them in a new way. To see them throughmyeyes.
This isn’t solely about killing her anymore. I needmorethan that from her.
“Think of it as a suicide note,” I say.
Her face twists, fear and bravery struggling for dominance, but her shoulders shrink, that endless numbness washing it away.
Her eyes bulge, veins throbbing in her forehead. Anger surging ahead. My balls contract, relishing in the fact that shedoesfeel. She’s capable of so much, she just doesn’t know it yet.
“Is this for insurance?” she hisses. “So you have evidence when you get caught? My wrists are locked behind my fucking back! Do you know how insane this is?”
“Are you asking me for the keys?” I ask.
Her face drops, all of that rage melting into the ground, dissolving into the truth. We both know her answer. Even these words—these requests for an explanation aboutwhyI’m doing this to her—none of it means anything because she doesn’t want me to stop. Not really. She wants to go therewith me.
She has to find her own truth.
“All you have to do is say it, little corpse. Back out of our arrangement. Tell me you want out, and I’ll unlock your handcuffs.” I motion for her to stand on the stool. On top of it, we’ll be the same height, and the shifting power that it represents isn’t lost on me. The deeper we go, the more power she finds.
But she’s inmynoose. She’s stillmine.
I take a seat on the hood of the car, then aim the phone’s lens at her.
“Now, tell me, love. Why do you want to die?” I ask.
A tear slips down her face. Her head hangs low as she steps onto the stool. I shift the lens toward her body. The harsh lights wash against her like passing road signs, and she looks vulnerable like this. Powerless. Weak.
She’s not.
Blood swirls in my ears, filling my cock with desire. The noose will go tight, and she’ll come for me.
I can end thisright nowif I want to.
“Because I’m worthless,” Ren finally says, her voice hoarse. “Because I don’t do anything of value. My life doesn’t improve anything. Or anyone. I’m a waste of air. I want to die. I wantyouto kill me.”
I unzip my pants and pull out my dick. The veins undulate as I stroke the length, rubbing the head, teasing the tip—so fucking turned on by her internal struggle that it’s hard not to come right now. Herfear.Her trepidation. The fact that she can’t be numb; shehasto accept this. She knows what she wants, and it’snoteasy.
I slide off of the car, my pants shifting down to my hips. The camera lens stays on her.
“Because I’m a burden. I’m useless,” Ren whispers. “No matter how hard I try, I’ll never be good enough.”
I rip off her leggings and underwear with one hand, then kneel in front of her. On the stool, she towers over me, and it dawns on me—
This isn’t a stool for me to kick out and watch her neck snap; it’s a pedestal for me to worship her. She’s a fucking goddess in her own right, taking control of her future. And I’ll sacrifice it all to be inside of her as she realizes that.
I stand, slowly lifting her thigh with my free hand, exposing her juicy, hairy cunt. She’s at the perfect height—high enough for me to fuck her, and high enough that there’s a very real possibility that she’ll break her neck. Even though I’m standing now, I can see the headlights shining on the glimmering arousal dripping down her inner thighs. My mouth salivates. Her scent snakes in through the pine trees: heady and sour, and so fucking addictive.
She has no idea the effect she has on me. I roll my neck, keeping myself even.
“Good enough for whom?” I growl.
“For anyone,” she says.
I tease the tip of my dick into her slit, barely inside. Those soft hairs tickle the head of my cock.
“No, love,” I say. “Try again.”
