Deviants (Badlands 2)

Fortunately, I knew how to handle her. She was a shattered reflection of myself. She just never knew what to do with the broken pieces. I did that for her.

Making sure the void inside her stayed dark and dirty was for her own good. Depravity soothed her mind better than any medicine ever could.

In the beginning, it may have been easier to kill her and put her out of her misery, but it was too late now. I couldn’t let go.

Her beautifully twisted soul was mine and I was never giving it back. She made a deal with the devil without knowing the stipulations. I never told her it would be fair, only that it was never-ending.

Our baby was an entire different story. I’d wanted this for a very long time with a woman just like her.

I put my hands on her hips and gave a light squeeze. “I’ll start with the most important thing you said. Don’t ever think I don’t want our baby. I don’t jump for joy and shit when I’m happy, Pixie, you know that. But he is more than wanted. I knew what I was doing when I put him inside you.”

She smiled up at me and I kissed the tip of her nose. What I didn’t tell her was that I had a pretty good idea of how she knew she was pregnant in the first place. It made me want to kill those motherfuckers ten times more than I already did. I knew what they’d done as soon as it came to light. I had to let her know he would be fine.

“Don’t worry about him. Once we’re back home, I’ll have the best doctor I can find on standby.” Dropping a kiss to her forehead, I went back to preparing the bed.

“And for the record, I was only fifteen when me and Dhal happened. The last time, I was twenty-two. It was years ago and…” Why the fuck was I explaining this to her? “You’re all I see, I don’t want anyone else. “You’re a crazy bitch, but you’re perfect for me.”

“Ah, Rome. That was the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me. I heart you.”

The room grew quiet as we both paused and eyed one another. That was the closest she’d gotten to telling me the three words I already knew she felt.

“And your dick was not this big at fifteen; nice try. How many times did you have to wrap these around?” She laughed, and just like that, we were out of an awkward as fuck situation.

I grinned and cupped myself. “Baby, you know my dick’s always been legendary.”

“You did not just say that.” She laughed louder and launched the box at me. “I’m going to wash up now.”

She came out ten minutes later stark naked. From the long blonde hair that covered her tits that fit perfectly in my hand to her perky round ass, she was ethereal. My dick immediately jumped to attention.

She hadn’t gained all her weight back yet, but she looked better, and the bruises I’d left on her were still visible—that was a plus. The scar from where I’d sewn her up had healed nicely.

This wasn’t about me right then, though; it was about her and her up and down emotions.

It could have been my inexperience dealing with a woman for this long without killing her, but I knew it had more to do with the need to spill blood.

You could only hold off the darkness for so long before your demons took over and destroyed everything in their path.

She was ready to let loose, a ticking time bomb that would detonate as soon as I hit the right button.

In the morning, her chains would come off and the hellish beast lurking beneath the surface would be set free and never locked away again. I wanted every corner of her sinful mind engaged and ready to play.

For now, I’d settle with making her feel good. I wordlessly took hold of her hips and walked backward until I was sitting on the pullout bed.

“What are you doing?” She giggled when I laid back and took her with me, pulling her tiny body up the length of my torso.

“I want your pussy on my face.”

“Oh.” Her whole demeanor changed. I could damn near smell how aroused she just got.

Grabbing hold of her frozen frame, I spread her thighs, gripped her ass, and positioned her over my mouth. “Spread yourself open for me, Pixie.”

Instantly complying, she placed one hand on the back of the couch and used the other to pull her lips apart.

Holding her globes tight, I slowly dragged my tongue from her clit to her ass and then back up again, flicking at the little nub. Her breathing was already changing, growing choppy, and I knew it wouldn’t take her long to get off.

“Ride my face, baby. Feel my tongue inside your tight pussy and fuck it.”

My words set her off, arousal coating my taste buds. She had a tangy taste. I worked my tongue i