Kendrid’s POV
My rage made it impossible for me to focus on what was going on around me. My mind told me to yank her by the hair and force her to come with me, and I almost forgot about my plan and just did what my mind told me to do. But I couldn’t do anything because she would come crawling at my feet, unable to live without her son. Maybe I was obsessed with her, but whatever it was, I knew I loved her.
My first glance at her flashed before my eyes, and a small smile lit up my lips as I saw her beautiful smiling face. We could be living happily right now if it weren’t for her nosy friend, but she just had to open her little mouth and pour out every little horrible thing I did to her, but I did it for her own good. I did those things to punish her. But she didn’t get it because she assumed I was insane and needed immediate assistance.
Hell I sometimes think I should be in jail for the crimes I committed, but thinking about my son and what he would do without me ran through my mind, so I made sure to hide from the cops. So far, I’ve murdered thirteen people, and what have the cops done? They couldn’t do anything to discover who the murderer was.
My thoughts and heart wandered to my precious queen and how we met in college. I was always on her tail, stalking her to be exact, before we ever met. She did not even realize someone was always watching her every move and making sure she was safe. It was like fucking fireworks were going off the first time we officially met.
I always caught her staring at me in class, but I pretended to ignore her. When she finally got up the courage to talk to me, I knew she had a crush on me. So I put on a little mask for her every day. I pretended to be the good little boyfriend she desired, doing whatever she asked and apologizing when she was upset.
But doing those things irritated me greatly. When she made me do those things, I wanted to rip her clothes apart and fuck her like there was no tomorrow. But I would go to the ends of the earth for her if it meant she could be mine again.
“Dad, could you please open this for me?” Carl dashed into the living room, clutching a can of Nutella.
Sighing, I rose from the couch and approached him. I took the can from his hands and popped it’s lid open and returned it to him. He ran out of the living room, grinning, to play with his toys. Carl resembled Amira the most; he had her beautiful eyes, nose, and lips, and even his personality was similar to hers.
I scratched my chin, closed my eyes, and let my mind wander wherever it wanted. My hands ached to hold her and smell her enticing scent, but I knew I couldn’t have that until she came willingly.
“What are you fantasizing about?” My brows furrowed in confusion as her eyes closed.
“Our life,” she replied simply, and a grin began to form on my lips.
She was always this way, a daydreamer, perhaps what drew me to her the most, but whatever it was, I was grateful to have met her. Her head was on my shoulder, and my arm was wrapped around her to keep her close.
The times I spent with her seemed almost fascinating, and I was afraid that if I opened my eyes one day, she’d be gone in the blink of an eye, but she was always there, smiling and laughing. I never want to see her cry because that’s a vow I’ll keep until the day I die.
Oh, that promise was almost comical now. I can’t tell you how many times I broke that one small promise I made to myself and her. Her tears would flow as she watched me go insane over the silliest things, and whenever I hit her, she would be emotionless, enduring the pain without making a sound.
But her beautiful tears were always present, and I wanted to see them every day. That’s exactly what I did: I’d find something to blame on her and hit her just to see her tears flow freely. That is what I would do if she were to stand on her own two feet again.
I will never abandon her, and I’m willing to keep my promise, even if it means killing her in the end.
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Amira’s POV
As my eyes adjust to the light coming in through the windows, I look to my side and sighed contentedly as Skyler appears to be sleeping soundly. His hair flops down his brow, giving him a boyish appearance, and my hands itch to remove it so I can see his face clearly. He appears to be sleeping peacefully, oblivious to the world around him, and my eyes are drawn to his lovely features as he continues to sleep.
My hands reach for his hair and run them through it, hearing him groan, and I looked at him, afraid I’ve disturbed his sleep. But after a while, he calms down and pulls me to his chest, nuzzling his face against my neck. His gentle breaths tickled the back of my neck, and I smiled as I ran my fingers through his hair.
It’s frightening how quickly life can change; after meeting Skyler, my entire perspective on the world changed. I used to think the world was a dark and cruel place where people were forced to live, but after meeting him, my entire perspective changed and I began to see the world differently. My eyes begin to droop gradually, and I glanced at the clock on the bedside table. I gave in to the sleep that was consuming me and drew my body close to Skyler’s, seeking the warmth that only he can provide.
I let out a low groan as I pushed away from whoever was kneading my body and went in search of Skyler’s warmth, but beside me was empty, and I have to force my eyes open despite the discomfort caused by the glare of the light coming in through the windows. I gasp as I felt his lips on my pussy and pushed myself up, wide-eyed, to look at him.
His eyes flickered to mine and he gave me a devilish look that caused my hands to drop from the intensity of his gaze. I bit my lip to keep the whimper from coming out as he began to ease in a finger. My entire body trembled as he continued to devour me like a starving man.
My hands clench around his hair, and I writhe away from him. His pleasure was too much for me, so he placed his hands on my thighs to keep me still. As he continued to torture me, a cry of pleasure left my mouth, and I bite my lip tightly to keep my noises at bay.
“Come for me, Mia Bella,” He said, and my body convulsed. The moment I arrive, my eyes close instinctively as a wave of calm washes over me.
He comes up, sucking up all my juices, and leans down, his hands supporting his weight, to capture my lips in his. I moan and wrap my hands around his neck, attempting to draw him closer. Without pulling away, my hands drift down to his briefs, which I discard, leaving him naked in front of my eyes.
My eyes greedily took in his naked form, and he smirked as my gaze lingered on his cock. My face flushed, and I buried my face in his chest as he kisses my neck and pulls a condom from the drawer. He tears it open and pulls it on, capturing my lips with his once more before entering me.
“Skyler,” I moan as he began to rock inside me.
“Oh my god,” I almost scream as he lets me carry him all the way inside.
My lips collide with his and our tongues clash as he dominates me. My entire body tightens, and I pull away from him to look at his face. His eyes close as he basks in the pleasure, and we both moan to each other’s name. We both caught our breaths as we stared at each other, trying to come down from our euphoria.
He pulls himself out of me and lays down beside me, drawing me closer to his body. He kissed my temple before cuddling me to his chest, his scent intoxicating my mind. My hands wrapped around his waist, and I sighed as he rubs my back comfortingly.
“Are you hungry?” I inquired, my gaze fixed to his face.
“I just ate, Mia Bella,” smirking and winking at me.
“Don’t do it, Skyler.” I exclaimed, and his booming laughter filled the room.
Sobering up, he gave me a serious look, and I felt uneasy in his heated gaze. My brow furrowed as he sat up and closed his eyes nervously. His gaze shifts to me and he moved closer, our faces mere inches apart, and he stared at me for what feels like hours.
“Move in with me,” he said softly, and I barely caught his words.
My eyes widened as I stared at him in disbelief. I gulped down the lump in my throat and turned away from him. It’s not that I’m afraid, it’s just that I’m so used to living with Chloe and Donald that I’m not sure how I’d manage without them.
His warm hands grabbed my chin and pulled me closer to him. My eyes met his hopeful ones, and all doubts faded away as I gazed at his soft brown orbs, which seem to express so much love that it almost knocked me off my feet.
“OK,” I said finally, and he gives me a stunning smile before pulling me in for a scorching kiss.