Lust and Torture【FIRST DRAFT】[4 first books of the Painted Red Series]

【PAIN AND MAYHEM】Ch.25⚠️┌Nothing makes sense┘

"It's okay. It's just this once. I'll bear with it. Come on, big boss, let's see it!"

I wasn't fighting, nor crying anymore. What was the point anyway? It only made him feel better.

He looked at my deranged state and leaned down to bite my neck before coming back up to look at my wild gaze.

"What is it little boy, afraid you won't please mama right? Oh, but you only have this once! Mama will leave afterwards!"

I laughed hysterically, like a crazy woman and his stare darkened.

"Tell me Beth what the hell does that mean?"

"What do you want me to say?"

We were laying naked, in the middle of the woods, shivers ran down my spine while looking how hard he still was.

"I am leaving Damian. I want to get away from you."

I said, sitting down on his jacket.

Minutes passed in silence while he stared at me. I gazed at my surroundings, my energy gone and my heart shuttered by the only man it ever knew and felt for. I shook my head and smirked.

How could I be this stupid?

I've been protecting y heart for all my life, and now, just like that, it scattered to pieces, bit by bit. Torturing my whole being, my whole existence.

He was following me with his gaze as I stood up and started walking.

"I won't just stay here until you destroy me, get bored of me, and throw me away like I am nothing."
I said quietly.

"I am not your slut, nor your slave. I am nothing to you, that much is very clear."

He propably realized I was right, because new emotions showed deeper in his eyes, even if it were dark, I could see the lit fire in them.

His facade had broken once more, just as mine did too.

He came and sat next to me, turning me to look at him. He kissed me again, passionately, begging for my permission, but I knew he didn't need it anyway.

This time I gave in.

Im leaving tonight, and this man, however much I hate him, however toxic he is, I think I love him.

I love the way he makes me feel. I can feel everything when I'm with him. I could finally feel alive with him, and the trap he set for me worked, he has me, my body, my heart, but he'll never have my mind.

I knew, that I am in way too deep, and he, himself, isn't any better.

So this had to stop, or we'd end up tearing each other apart.