15. CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Dahlia

L osing my virginity three nights ago was better than…

Better than finding the best egg supplier in town. Better than that time I pulled a man's tooth out and stuck it in his eye and coated it in liquid dark chocolate. You know, like chocolate chip cookies?

That shit was wild.

Tyler taking my virginity surpassed that. Far surpassed it. I can't even begin to compare anything to the blood between my thighs. The blood I left on Tyler's cock.

Nothing.

So how can I explain it to Yolanda?

I can't.

"You missed out on something truly beautiful," I say to her bones as I pack them and haul them away in the freezers. "The way my Tyler begged to stay, fuck. He hurt me. He's a wounded person himself. But he hated it when I cried. He came back for me."

The freezer door slams silently, and I wipe a thin layer of sweat from my brow.

"He loves me, Yo-Yo," are my last words to the bag of bones. "He does."

And I love him.

Kicking him out was the hardest thing I ever had to do. When he stormed into my apartment, I was that close to breaking down. That close to taking him back without putting up a fight.

He did promise me he'll always be there. Admitted to his obsessive tendencies and the need to keep me safe at all costs.

It would've been so easy to let him into my bed and hope for the best.

But I could tell why he got up and left. His anxiety hit, and the bitch was a strong one.

I was stronger.

I am stronger.

Scaring people is what I do. Every October for the last four years without fail. Right before I kill them.

Doing the same for his fear was my only remaining option. The only arsenal I had against it. The huge hole in my heart from when he'd walked out on me helped.

There were no guarantees that my approach would work. I'm young, not dumb. A person's psyche doesn't just get fixed .

My Tyler's did. The second I went apeshit on him, his expression changed .

Still, I forced him out. Haven't contacted him for the last three days. The time he spent in the doghouse hasn't been a punishment, though. I didn't need time to get over him having a change of heart, either.

They were meant to cement the lesson in his head.

A full timeout. I've been keeping my windows locked extra tight. Curtains drawn. When he tried to pick the lock yesterday, he failed. I smiled.

Did it work? I fucking wish.

What a life it would be. The two of us, finally together.

No fear.

No backing away.

Today , I say to myself, chuckling as I climb the stairs from the basement. Today, you're mine, Tyler Price.

Fuck, I've missed him.

First things first, though. The neighborhood's dogs are already fed for the night, but I have another dog to take care of.

Yolanda's.

I head out of the bakery with Yolanda's dog on a leash. This poor Pomeranian, Saint Laurent, is trotting at my side, no doubt glad to be rid of his neglectful owner.

She treated him as an afterthought. Or worse, a cover-up story. While she'd bang the guy across the street from my shop, SL was chained outside my shop. Winter, summer, didn't matter to her. All that mattered was fucking the other man.

Of course I found out. All it took was one lunch break and a little bit of stalking and I saw them .

Cheating is wrong, no one's denying that. Leaving a helpless dog chained with a lock even I couldn't pick? Fucking ruthless, woman.

So I fed him. Gave him water. Put a small tent to protect him.

Waited until October came around to give him a better life once and for all.

Yolanda was a bad person. She had to go.

"What do you think, SL?" I jerk my chin toward a building where two of my nicest customers live.

Apollo and Peter from three blocks down Sweet DeNights own two dogs and have the sweetest baby. The baby loves the dogs. The men love the baby and the dogs.

The perfect candidates. I've been eyeing this couple for the last few weeks just to make sure. Following them closer for SL's sake. Everything about them screamed good people.

They'll make the best fathers to my canine friend. Or they'll give him to someone who cares.

Unlike Yolanda.

"Well?" I won't move before he'll give me the green light. No one's cared about SL's opinion for too long. I'm here to break the cycle.

The dog looks up at me, wagging his tail. Barking once as if to say, I approve .

"I'm glad we see eye to eye on this. I promise you, these two will never leave you outside for hours."

It's around midnight when I sneak up to their apartment, kiss the top of SL's fluffy head, and leave the adorable dog in their living room .

Now, to the main event.

Tyler.

Not a single yawn slips past my lips on my walk over to him. Running low on sleep is the price I pay for my October shenanigans, but I'm used to it. I'll sleep when I'm dead.

Besides, I'm pumped with adrenaline and longing. So much longing.

Ty and I are getting our happy ending. Finally.

My blonde hair billows around me as I climb his fire escape, getting into my eyes. I tuck it behind my ears as I crouch outside his window and watch.

His bedroom door is open. He doesn't always do that. Tonight, he has. Tonight, he's been expecting me. I guarantee he did.

I'm here to grant him his wish.

The hinges I oil every few months don't make a sound when I slide the window up. The soles of my shoes land soundlessly on the floor. After a glance in his direction, I see I haven't woken him up.

Perfect. I can snoop for a couple of minutes. Check if he took new pictures of me. If he wasn't able to resist himself and stalk me while he's been in timeout.

Over the years, he's been stocking on those. Photos of me in my shop, on the way home. Never of my October shenanigans. He loves me too much to document anything that could be used as evidence against me.

His laptop rests on a desk near one of the windows, and that's where I'm headed. Staying very quiet, I remove my sneakers and tiptoe over there .

The password for the Little Savage folder was an easy one to crack. He hasn't bothered changing it for the past four years, either.

Mine2A . My apartment number.

Not too many things are as sexy as Tyler's obsession.

Let's see, then. Oh, there they are. New ones.

My pulse quickens. Wetness pools between my thighs. I'm smiling at the screen. A real, joyous smile.

There I am in my black sweater with the red skulls I wore two days ago. With vomit on my chest. One of my customers held his newborn up and way too close to the cash register. One burp followed, then another, and I had baby's puke all over me.

I had to close the shop early in the morning to run home and wash it off. My sweater had to go.

And Tyler was there.

My Satan, that's hot. That he stalked me even when I told him no.

A normal man would've rushed over to the girl he loves. Asked her if she needed help. Offered her his shirt until she got home.

Tyler knew it'd piss me off. Also, Tyler hasn't been normal for years.

He's been perfect.

I'm at the foot of his bed in less than a second.

My Tyler is a beautiful man. Gorgeous and peaceful, lying on his back like he always does. His head is turned to one side. Hair tousled. Lips curved downward in a frown .

This rugged, angelic man is all mine. I walk to the side of the bed, slipping the covers down his bare chest and—fuck—naked thighs. Naked everything.

I'm soaking wet, breathing heavily.

Maybe I could sit on top of him. Lick his cock until it's hard and lower myself onto him. I'd get a few thrusts in before he wakes up.

My nipples pull into hard peaks, pushing against my red bra. My thighs clench.

Holy hell, that's tempting. I might just do that.

Or maybe I should wake him?

I'll see about that. Right after I lose my clothes. I hook my fingers on the waistline of my tights, about to shove them off.

Then I see it. Glinting in the silver moonlight filtering in from the window. A pair of scissors on his bedside table, the one other side of the bed of where I'm standing.

Time slows as my smile stretches wider.

He planned on using them on me.

Be still my heart.

He won't have a chance to do it. I will, since I have the upper hand. My stealth mode is uncanny. I would've suggested the FBI would take lessons from me, except I don't think they'd appreciate what I do.

Four steps and I'm there. My fingers slide into the ring handles. My other hand pushes my dress up and tugs on the crotch of my leggings.

Snap.

There goes that pair. Like I give a fuck. Playing kinky games with Tyler is worth everything .

I cut a round hole in the center, pulling on my panties and giving them the same treatment. The scissors did a good job of slicing through my clothes, so I kiss the blades and put them back exactly where I found them.

Tyler doesn't so much as snore.

He doesn't stir, either, when I climb on the bed. The mattress dips with my weight as I climb on it, sniffing Tyler's body. I start next to his cock, moving up his body. He doesn't smell of chocolate today, but his cologne and his unique scent are enough to have me melting.

When I reach his neck, I brush my nose along his delicious scruff. I gaze up at him beneath my lashes, and nothing. Sleeps like a baby.

Taking advantage of his deep sleep, I suck in his scent.

All man. All mine.

The longer I'm here, the more painful my desire becomes. It's urgent, the need to feel him inside me. I'm soaking. I'm losing control. Sore and desperate.

So fucking desperate.

Jumping him isn't an option. I see that now. I want him to sleep for a while longer. So I lift to my knees, straddle his face, and hold on to the headboard.

My muscles quiver after hours of squatting while I butchered a person. It's not the most comfortable position to be in.

Until I'll have Tyler's mouth between my legs. Then I'll feel none of that.

Then it'll all be worth it.

He never fails to make the background noise disappear .

My hand on his cheek tips Tyler's face to me.

Slowly, carefully, I reach with my free hand behind me. Slide it under my ass. Gentle when I tug on his bottom lip and so he opens his mouth for me.

He's delicious and right fucking there and I. Have. To. Wait.

Check for any sign that I've disturbed his sleep.

Tick tock. Tick tock.

Still sleeping. Still breathing on me.

The wait is over.

Lowering another inch and sliding my pussy on his lips. My muscles burn, my sex on fire. My soul thrives on depravity and the twisted situation. I roll my hips, biting the inside of my cheek to silence my moans.

Tyler, Tyler, Tyler . That's what I want to scream. My Tyler.

I'm high, high, and higher on the things his mouth does to me. Fucking drenched. The smallest drop of my arousal slips out. It has nowhere to go other than Tyler's tongue, and wow .

Wow.

Though I can't see it, knowing alone is enough to send me over the edge. I come on his mouth, my hips working, my breath hitching.

Tyler, the most perfect human I've ever met, murmurs in his sleep.

My orgasm stretches as I remember him deep inside me that first time. The way his cock stretched me. How he fucked me like he owned me. From when he branded me as his .

It takes me an eternity to catch my breath, slow my pulse. Finally, my body settles, and I move off Tyler, preparing myself to wake him up.

I'm still on my knees, smoothing the skirt of my dress down my thighs when I hear it.

"Little savage."

His eyes are closed. Brow furrowed.

Shit .

He turns to his side, one of his hands balled into a fist.

Air whooshes out of my lungs. I stay absolutely still.

What is this? It's never happened before.

"Ty?" I whisper, choking on the surprise.

"Dahlia." Tyler's hands have a death grip on my hips. "Fuck, I've missed you."

"You're up?"

He flips me on my back. Locks me beneath his strong body.

Ty's muscles ripple. Sex and lust and violence burst from him. But his eyes remain sealed shut. No, I don't think he's up.

This is so fucked up. Letting him do this to me in his sleep.

What can I do, though? I'm pinned beneath him. He leans most of his weight on me. His hand slides low, parting my lips which are wet and swollen and sensitive.

A part of me insists I need to put an end to this. Be a decent person.

If I fight him, if I scream, he'd wake up.

I'll leave the decency for other people.

"Soaking. Your pussy, Christ." His hand is being replaced with the tip of his hard cock. I'm sensitive from orgasm, making this slightest invasion painful. Delicious. "I'm going to fuck you hard, little savage. I still have other holes to take, and I'll destroy them too. I'll mark them. I'll mark all of you."

That's the last and only warning I get. With one shove, he's all the way inside me. Tearing me in half. Pressing me to the bed.

His heart beats against mine. His mouth drops to my neck as he owns me in his sleep.

My hands are at my sides. I don't dare move them when Tyler makes good on his word and ruts against me.

"Taking my cock so well. Such a good little one. You've always been so good," he says the words that bring tears to my eyes. Happy tears. The best ones. "Look at you. Even your cunt knows I own her."

She does. She really does. A second later, I'm spasming on his cock, biting my tongue to keep my moans deep inside. My orgasm won't wake him up. It won't.

"I— Fuck ." His cum heats me from the inside when his orgasm hits minutes later. "I love you."

I know . I think. I know .

Tyler's body sags on top of me. He's back into his peaceful, deep state of sleep. I'm gentle when I shove him on his back. Quiet when I pull the covers over him and snuggle under them.

"Tyler." I kiss his cheek. Hand pressed to the side of his neck.

"Dahlia?" This time, his eyes flutter open when he says my name. "You're really here?"

"Yes. "

His hand finds mine under the cover, and our fingers lock. "Did you just get here now?"

He doesn't push me away. Doesn't tell me this will end with me dead. My methods worked. I did it.

"Dahlia?"

Ah, yes. His question.

Do I lie? Do I tell the truth?

The truth. I can't wait to see his face when he finds out.

"You fucked me in your sleep."

His eyebrows pinch. A soft smile ticks up the side of his lips.

"After I came on your mouth."

He blinks. His hand reaches for his lips. He doesn't seem that surprised. "You did?"

"Many times over the years." Still no surprise on his face. None. But his mouth pinches. A strange emotion I can't place flashes behind his eyes. "It's okay, Tyler. I was happy, fucking your mouth. So happy. And look at me. Alive and well. "

Silence. As quiet as my spiders had been when they spin their web.

I swallow. Pray to the Lord of Darkness for help.

Fix him. Fix him. Fix him.

"Come here." Tyler flips on his back, pulling me on top of him.

"Really?" I stare into his dark, conflicted eyes.

A war wages inside him. A battle between his need to save me and his desire to never let me go.

"Really."

Fucking finally.

His need to keep me close wins over. He cups my cheeks, my nose, my mouth. Slides my head so I'm resting at the crook of his neck.

"The last three days, I couldn't breathe without you, little savage." I purr when he combs my hair. When he hugs me tight, crushing me to him. "It'd always hurt, being apart from you. And I can't. I fucking can't take it anymore. I have to have you. I'm never letting go. I hope you can forgive me."

"There's nothing to forgive." I sigh. Kiss his neck. His pulse point. Sleep threatens to take me under, but I have to say this thing. This last fucking thing. "You're back. We'll never be apart again. That's all that matters. That's all I've ever wanted."