Page 51 of Spark of Madness

I’m a sinner...I am.

And now, I’m a lying whore, too.

chapter sixteen

Arlo

WHAT HAVE Idone?

I leave Mercy’s room and go to mine, slamming the door behind me and locking myself in.

I used a woman; I purged my impulse with her. I wiped my cum across her lips.

Sweetfucking sin.

All the worse I asked her to keep the secret.

All the worse, she agreed.

My chest feels tight with the sinful pride of it.

Where is myself-control? My discipline? How did I lose it soeasily?

I could blame her for my transgressions—Mercy fucking Madness. She is the sinner, and I could say she corrupted me, influenced me with her wicked ways. I could say she brought me into sin with her. But even I know that would be a lie because Iwantedit. I wanted her, more desperately than I’ve ever wanted anyone or anything in my life. I wanted to sink inside her and feel her warmth wrapping around my cock.

I don’t know what to do from here. I don’t know how to control myself, but I must get myself under control.

I cross to my desk and sit, unlocking the drawer and pulling out my leather journal. I remove my gloves—which I’d left on while I fucked the fabric of her dress—and thumb open my journal to the next blank page before picking up my pen. I press it to the paper and within a minute, my hand moves, quickly working to scribe my mind’s racing thoughts.

Light of the universe,

starlight in human form.

Celestial beauty and the scent of earth,

like the meadow and sweet mountain air.

Wildflowers and starlight.

She shines like the heavens,

and I am deceived.

She’s born from hell.

Stars burn, and so does she.

Her light born from hellfire, lit from the spark of madness.

Wildflowers and starlight.

She ignites me, a falling star colliding with my soul, setting it ablaze, spreading like wildfire.

She incinerates me with passion.

Intoxication from her heat burns my blood,

rushing it low with the swell of desire.

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