CHAPTER FORTY

BELLA

“Spread those pretty thighs for me.”

Once I do, he climbs on the bed between my legs, and strokes his cock slowly, while his gaze travels my body as if it can devour me.

“Do you want this cock, living dead girl?”

“Yes,” I whimper, because I do want him. The last three days without being connected to him have been torture. He has been close, but so far away, and I miss him like this.

Looking down at me, he smirks, and says, “Show me.”

“It’ll be weird, and very not sexy,” I complain.

He chuckles softly.

“No, baby, you’re wrong. It’ll be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. That night at the graveyard, I watched you fall apart, but I couldn’t see you as well as I wanted to. Tonight, I have a front row seat, and I want this so bad I can taste it. Please, baby, give it to me. Freely.”

Taking a deep breath, I reach my hand between my legs, and touch my clit lightly.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, “That’s it. Such a good girl.”

My gaze moves from his body, slowly taking in his sculpted physique, the eyeball tattoo that once confused me, to his defined abs, and finally his cock, that is weeping for me. Nico fists his length as his breaths get heavier, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. My pussy pulses with need, as I slide two fingers inside me with my free hand.

“Jesus, baby. You’re so hot like this. I can hear how wet your pussy is. Beautiful.”

“Nico, I need you.”

With his free hand, he digs his fingertips into my thigh, and groans, “I need you too, baby. Come for me, so I can have you. ”

Pressing down on my clit, I rub harder, trying to get there so I can have the only thing I want. Him.

He stares into my eyes, and it’s powerful, because no man has ever looked at me the way he does. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him. Nico has captured every part of me, body, mind, and soul. He has completely consumed me, and I wouldn’t change it if I could. My gaze drops to his hand, and I watch him fuck his hand for me. He slides in and out of his palm, with the occasional groan, that sets me on fire. It’s watching him that finally pushes me over the edge. My body trembles as I moan his name repeatedly.

Quickly, he grabs my wrist, removing my fingers from my pussy, and brings them to his face. He inhales my scent with a growl.

“Feed me your cum.”

He swirls his tongue over my fingers and between, not wanting to miss a drop and, while it’s filthy, it makes me pulse with need all over again. He places his hands on the backs of my thighs, and pushes them apart, as he stares at my most intimate area.

“There’s never any shame between us, Bella. Whatever the fuck I want, you’ll give it to me, and I’ll do the same for you in return. This pussy is fucking beautiful. You’re mine to desecrate, and to cherish. I’ll defile you, but also love the fuck out of you.”

“Nico,” I whisper as he pushes inside me. Sex is supposed to feel good, but this is on another level as it always is with him, but three days without this makes it even more so. He pulls his hips back, and slides back into me with a groan. His thrusts are slow and measured, like he’s trying to control himself. Readjusting his position, he places a hand on either side of my head, and stares into my eyes, less than an inch from my face.

“Take my breath away.”

Lifting himself slightly, he wraps his hand around my throat, as he runs his tongue along his bottom lip.

“My pleasure. I’ll gladly drag you to the brink of death, only to bring you back to me, because you are the air in my lungs. ”

He speeds up his thrusts, slamming into me over and over again, as he squeezes his hand around my throat.

“Good girl,” he groans, “Die for me.”

Dots dance in my vision, as he cuts off my air, and instinctively I attempt to get free from his hold, but I can’t. The dizziness is overwhelming, and he releases his hand, allowing me to gasp huge gulps of air as my body convulses with pleasure. I open my mouth, a strangled scream escaping from me, as my pussy clenches his cock and my back arches off the bed.

Nico grabs my hair, pulling hard as he slams his lips to mine, and grunts into my mouth. His tongue tangles with mine as he spasms inside me, causing me to moan in response. Our sounds are muffled by our combined mouths. This is how it’s meant to be between us. Our bodies physically joined, as our hearts and minds are. He once said I was the missing piece to his soul, and that describes us perfectly. All my life, I’ve wandered the earth feeling lost. Like I was missing something. I never knew it was another person, but I do now. Nico would slaughter the entire planet to protect me, and I will do the same for him.

He rolls to his side and takes me with him, in a tight embrace.

“I need to buy you a ring.”

I giggle as I place my leg over his hip.

“Nico, I don’t need a ring.”

Taking my hand, he lifts it to his mouth, and kisses my ring finger.

“You do. Every man will know you’re mine, and if they even fucking look at you, they’re dead.”

I narrow my gaze at him. “Nico, people have eyeballs.”

He chuckles softly.

“I can fix that.”

“You’re insane.”

He grins wide, and it makes my heart pound when he looks so happy, when I know that hasn’t always been the case.

“I know I am, baby. That’s why we’re perfect for each other. If one of us were normal, this wouldn’t work.”

“What’s normal?” I ask, because I honestly am not sure if I even know.

He makes a face like he bit into a sour lemon.

“Boring. Going to work every day, dealing with people’s stupid shit. Not craving bringing people to their death, I suppose.”

“Weird,” I say, and he chuckles.

“We’re doing God’s work really, because there are too many people. One trip to any public place will tell you that. There are too many fucking people.”

I run my fingers over his chest to his shoulder, and trace the intricate eyeball tattoo on his skin. Not so long ago, it scared me, but now I find it fascinating. After three days of him getting almost no sleep, he closes his eyes, and his breathing gets heavier.

I whisper almost inaudibly.

“I’m sorry, baby. I have to do this, and I hope one day you understand. If the roles were reversed, you’d agree. I’ll miss you, but hopefully if things go my way, I’ll be back in your arms soon. I love you, Nico.”

I kiss his lips softly, slowly removing myself from his arms, and climbing off the bed. Loving someone doesn’t mean looking the other way when someone has hurt them. While I understand why he can’t do it, I can. If I get killed in the process, I’m okay with it, but I can’t continue to live in a world where a monster that destroyed him lives. Vengeance will be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced, tainted only by Nico not being with me.

Glancing back at him one last time, after I’m dressed, with two knives in my sheaths on each thigh, I hold my hand to my heart.

If I die tonight, find me in the afterlife, because I’ll be waiting for you to make me whole again.