My Bloody Valentine (Unlocked Desire)

“Em. If I crash this car and kill some woman and her young kids, that shit’s gonna be on you.”

Her steps halt, and she turns her emerald eyes on me. The look she gives me is so intense it’s as if it’s poisoned with daggers. “You hurting innocent people has nothing to do with me. It’s on you and the fact that you’re a sick, twisted fuck.”

I rev the engine, flashing her a smile. “Don’t give a fuck about anyone else. I’ll kill every fucker in the world if it means I get you. Get in the car.”

“Fuck you.”

Fuck this.

I park the car right there in the middle of the road, not caring if someone hits it. I jump out and chase her.

We used to play this game as kids. Em would do something she thought I’d find annoying, and I would chase her to hear her laugh. This time she won’t be laughing. She’s going to see exactly who I am. She’s going to stare into the eyes of a monster. If I were a good man, I’d let her go, but the good in me died a long time ago. Now I’d paint the world in blood for her.

When the fuck did she get so fast? Then again, she’s not trying to get caught like when we were kids. “You better stop, Em, cos you won’t like what I’ll do to you when I catch you.”

“How about you catch me first?” she hollers.

I’ve run from dealers, gang members, crazy people in the asylum, but nothing has ever motivated me as much as running to catch Emily.

I wrap my arms around her, tugging her towards me. “Tick-tock, time’s up. Now you’re gonna pay.”

Her heart beats erratically. Her tits move up and down to the violent rhythm. The fear is intoxicating. I like the power I have over her, relish the control. My dick hardens, and I press it to her back, making sure she gets a taste. She whimpers quietly. I’m not sure if it’s from fear or pleasure. I want to be gentle, to tell her how she is the world and how much I love her, to know that I’d do anything for her, that I will worship her like the queen she is, but I’m not capable of that. Even if I could be, I’m not sure the animalistic desire in me for her would allow it.

My hand travels up her body in a lover’s caress before I wrap my fingers firmly around her throat and squeeze. I feel high as I watch her face go red, and the fight in her as she tries to claw at me is a fuckin’ turn-on. I like that she’s not taking it like a rag doll. My Butterfly would never take anything lying down; it’s one of the things I love so much about her. She’s challenging me, and it only makes my need for her stronger. She’s no match for my strength, but there is something incredibly sexy about how she won’t take it lying down. The thing is, I’ll win. No matter what, in this situation, Emily will be the loser.

“If you ever run away from me again, I’ll fuckin’ kill you. Nod if you understand.” She bobs her head up and down slowly, and my grip loosens. “Good girl. Butterfly, I’d do anything for you, but don’t fuckin’ test me.”

“Fuck you,” she spits before she junkpunches me.

I flinch, loosening my grip. Emily takes the opportunity to run. A sense of pride blooms in my black heart as my lips curve into a smile. I can’t be mad when my girl is a survivor, a fighter to the end.

She doesn’t get far before I grab her by the back of her neck and pull her into the alley behind us, slamming her against the brick wall before I cover her body with mine. She makes me crazy, crazier than usual. Her breathing quickens as I slap my hands beside her head and press my body to hers. She’s scared, but her dilated pupils and hooded eyes tell me she’s turned the fuck on, too. I cover the space between us, surrounding her with every part of my body. Edging my face right up to hers, I growl like a fuckin’ animal. “Brave little girl. You witnessed what I’m capable of and still choose to run.”

She squares her shoulders and whispers through heavy breaths, “You’d never do that to me.”

I tap my forehead to hers, her bright green eyes throwing daggers at mine. “Oh, and what makes you think that, Butterfly?”

“If you wanted to kill me, you would’ve done it at the bar. You don’t want me dead. You want to own me like a prized possession. Since I’m your favorite toy, you won’t risk destroying me.”

I pull the switchblade out of my back pocket and flick it open. “You’re right. I wouldn’t destroy you beyond repair, but I’d break you a little.”