Dark Captor (Dark Syndicate 2)

“You can’t blame yourself for what happened. Dominic was high Isabella.”

I still want to beat the shit out of him. I don’t even know how he gathered himself so quickly after he shot Candace. I full well expected him to shoot all of us in the state he was in.

Back at the hospital, his pupils still looked dilated.

“I feel like I was the straw that broke his back. I could see it when he spoke about your father.”

“He shouldn’t have talked about you that way,” I say. “The problem existed before we met you.”

I think about it all, replaying tonight’s events in my mind. Dominic believed we weren’t there for him. That wasn’t the first time he’s said that to me. He said that the other week too. Tonight he pointed out that no one spoke about losing Pa. That’s true. If I’m being honest he’s right about that. We didn’t. I think having to grieve Pa by himself set the chain in motion for him to get hooked on drugs.

I gaze on at Isabella and see how sad she looks. I move closer to her and she moves to me, arms outstretched.

I take her into mine and hold her. My heart starts beating rapidly and the closeness makes me want to take comfort in her.

Everything she is to me stops me from resisting the pull of need that stirs within my soul. It feels like the most natural thing to do when I lower my lips to hers and we kiss.

We kiss and suddenly fall into bed kissing. I’m not going to resist what my body feels like doing next, because my mind, heart, body and soul need to escape in her and it’s not just because of tonight’s events. It’s because she’s what I need.

Our clothes come off and I slide right into her welcoming passage, she’s ready for me. always ready for me to take her.

I do. As I start driving into her body, making love to her everything that I feel for her comes rushing to the forefront of my mind. The way she touches me, the way she looks at me, the way she feels to me are things I never thought I’d have again. but… it’s not again. This is the first time.

I fell for her the first time I looked at her and now I know I wasn’t imagining things. She unlocked something inside me that only she had the keys for. It made me fall for her, fall in love with her.

Only she could make me love her the way I do.

We come together giving into the climax of the pleasure that takes us with mutual surrender. When I look at her again I know she can see how I feel. It’s that soul to soul moment. It’s happening again. A moment where words don’t need to be spoken. You just look at each other and know exactly what the other is feeling.

I’ve never experienced that with anybody and as I continue to look at her I know I never will with anyone else, just her.

It’s best though that I say nothing, because I can’t give her what she needs.

It’s because I love her why I have to let her go.

I want her to have the best and that’s not me.