Page 14 of Divine Violence
For years I’d tried to extinguish that fire that burned deep inside of my core, but I did such a fucked-up job that it felt as if I was pouring oil on it instead of water. I should’ve realized that killing who you were never worked out for anyone.
It only ever appeased people around you while your soul crumbled and cried, miserable in the little bubble you were trying to contain it in.
And mine… mine couldn’t be contained. Not anymore.
“Fuck!” I yelled out, uncaring that there were people who could probably hear me. Uncaring that they could see us if they came to this side of the boat, or that the time kept ticking and we were probably the last two people on the boat.
I couldn’t give a fuck about any of that. As the fire licked my skin as Alexander licked, bit, and soothed my burning flesh, I climbed higher and higher, gripping his hair, both pushing him away and pulling him closer.
He replaced his tongue with his fingers, stroking and pinching, pulling me closer to him, until his fingers entered effortlessly, sliding inside my slick channel.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he panted against my lips as he lifted himself up. “But fuck if I care at the moment.”
His lips crashed against mine, fighting for dominance, looking for surrender. But he wasn’t going to get it from me.
I moved my hips in the rhythm of his fingers, needing more of him, more of this insane pull I’d felt from the first moment my eyes connected with his. His teeth clamped down on my lower lip, eliciting a small whimper from me, but he never stopped pushing me toward the edge.
My breathing quickened, my heartbeat erratic, and all I could see, all I could think about, were his fingers inside of me and the insane need to let go. Just to fucking let go.
“Alex,” I hissed.
“I know, darling,” he mumbled against my cheek. “I know.”
“I need to… I-I… Fuck!”
“Let it go, Sparrow. Give it to me.” He pressed his lips against my cheek, trailing a path all the way to my ear. “I want to hear you scream for me.”
“Fuuuuuck!”
My hips bucked, the tingling sensation in the pit of my stomach turning into a full-blown volcano erupting from my body.
“I-I’m,” I stuttered. “Alex!” I gripped his hair, holding him close to me as his fingers went in and out, pushing, pushing, and pushing, brushing against that sweet, forbidden spot inside of my channel. “I can’t!”
“Yes, you can,” he grunted. “Scream, Echo. I want them to hear you. I want them to know what a filthy little girl you are.”
Something tore inside of my chest. Cracked open. Vulnerable.
It was something I hadn’t felt in forever, but it felt good. It felt right.
As my throat went hoarse, and my body went slack in Alexander’s eyes, I looked over his shoulder to see Dominic standing at the door, looking at us with disgust in his eyes.
I should’ve been embarrassed. I should’ve moved from Alexander. But as he stood there, fuming, looking at me as if I was less than gum on the sole of his shoes, I smirked.
We were playing my game now.
Misery loves company,or at least that’s what people often said.
My misery was the woman that looked so much like the little girl that followed me everywhere I went. All this time, I thought she was dead.
But could it be her? Could it be my Echo Selke?
The last time I saw her she had pigtails and a red polka dot dress, showing me all the seashells she managed to collect on the beach in front of the hotel we were all staying at. Had it already been ten years since the last time I saw her?
How was it possible that I forgot all about her?
Our families were extremely close, to the point where our mothers joked about me marrying Echo one day, until it all went up in flames and her family… it wasn’t possible. No.
The entire Selke family died that night. That’s what they told me, dammit.
