Blurred Lines (Unlocked Desire)

My heart stops. I’m sure I’m dead as I listen to Finn talk. The way his words come out in strangled breaths—like this is ripping out his heart in the cruellest way—is the most painful thing I’ve ever experienced. It’s hard to believe that the woman who rescued me, loved me like her own, could be capable of all the horrors Finn describes.

Is it, though? A small voice in my mind rings out.

I close my eyes, swept back to a long-forgotten memory buried deep in my subconscious.

When I was five, my mom put me to bed, but she was all dressed up. Her red lips and the short gold dress looked so beautiful. I didn’t understand why she got to dress up and why I was in my pyjamas in bed. I was so angry that she’d be having fun while I was forced to sleep.

I waited until everyone thought I was asleep and snuck out of my room. When I peered down the bannister, I saw a little boy, not much older than myself, without any clothes and a group of women surrounding him. The next day when I asked my mother about it, she said I must have been dreaming. I just took her word for it, as any child would, and didn’t think of it again.

Why would my mother lie to me?

The realization that I witnessed a child being assaulted has bile rising up my throat. I jump off the couch and run to the bathroom, throwing up in the toilet.

I don’t hear Finn follow me. I assume I left him on the couch, but when I hear his deep, low voice, I feel the bile rise all over again.

“Suppose you think I’m disgusting now.”

I turn to him, shocked. “What? No! Finn, why would you think that?”

“I let them touch me. I could have talked and didn’t.”

I get up from the floor and turn to him, pressing my hand against his stubbled cheek. “You were a child. None of that was your fault. None of it. You were just a little boy.” I try to rein in my tears, but I can’t. The sobs unleash themselves and I can’t stop. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I ever asked you to tell me.” Shame is all I feel as I look into Finn’s eyes. Shame and anger. Anger that I’d worshipped a monster all my life.

Two strong arms pull me to him, and he kisses my forehead. “It’s not your fault.”

“How old were you, Finn?”

“It started when I was seven. It ended when I was twelve. Apparently, twelve is too old for these fuckers.”

“I am not biologically hers.”

Finn pulls away from me, “What?”

“Bella adopted me.”

Finn laughs, “That’s why you don’t look like her.”

“I wanted you to know there’s no trace of her here. She can’t taint us. She can’t hurt you anymore. Sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I’m also sorry that I didn’t tell you I was a virgin.”

“I was too, you know.”

“You were what?”

“A virgin. Well, kind of. If you want to count what happened with all those women before, I guess I’m not.”

“You mean you haven’t been with anyone willingly until me?”

“No.”

“Guess I’m special.”

“No,” Finn shakes his head. “You’re not special. None of us are. But we’re all unique, and you, Slugger, are uniquely made for me. You’re my other half, the light to my dark. My reason for living.”

“You know what that means, Finn?”

“What?

“We lost our virginity to each other. We are going to be each other’s one and only.”

Finn smiles, and this time it reaches his eyes. It’s pure and happy and it makes my heart want to burst with joy.

“I love you, Slugger.”

“I love you too, and I’m glad she’s dead.”

Chapter Twelve

FINN

It’s been the best six months of my life. Having Anissa in my space, in our space, has made this place like home. It’s not a vacant space where I sleep anymore. It’s a place that has my heart because my heart is Anissa.

Waking up with Slugger in my arms is a world of peace that I didn’t even ponder was a possibility, at least not for a man like me. My whole life, I’d been raging at the demons in my head, and here comes this curvy, sexy woman that slays them just by being in the same room as me.

I gaze at her in my arms, contentment settling in me just by listening to her breathe. My arms tighten around her, and my steel cock presses against her sexy ass. We didn’t fuck last night, but we made love, not in the traditional sense, but with our hearts. We talked and laughed and told each other things we’d never told anyone else, and then we fell asleep with my cock nestled in her sweet pussy.

Waking up rock hard in her is something I plan on doing for the rest of my life. I pull out of her slowly, making sure not to wake her as I move down her body, placing gentle kisses on her soft skin before my face is in front of her perfect cunt. I pull her lips apart and lick her slit before going into her sweet hole and fucking her with my tongue. She tastes so fuckin’ good, the best breakfast I’ve ever had, one that I’ll want every morning.