Forsaken
Shane
My seed seeped into her hair, slid down her cheek, and dribbled from her chin. Her cheeks flushed, her breasts supple, and her lips swollen from sucking me. My chest rose and fell, not from the orgasm, but from the anger that pulsed through every fiber of my being. Being here with her, especially after Odis told me he followed her to her old room, only proved she still controlled the strings and moved me to her will. Would I ever be free? I’d wanted to do things differently in this life, but as the last of my cum hit her lips, I wondered if I’d be able to change anything.
“Fuck,” I cursed.
Her beautiful brown eyes widened with surprise. I bit my lip and tasted copper as I grappled with my control. Everything in me told me to drop to my knees and wrap my arms around her. I needed to kiss every inch of her body, to make her remember me, to make her fucking love me. Pathetic. That’s what I was when Adea was involved. Cursing the fact I’d let her get to me yet again, I let go of my cock and her eyes watched as it bobbed in front of her face. I ran my hands through my hair.
Old habits die hard and Adea was my oldest and most fatal. I told myself I wouldn’t waste another life on her, and the first chance I got, I do the exact opposite. I’m like a month to a flame. I know she’ll burn me alive. Despite that, I go willingly. I cursed the Goddess and swore I’d use her for my pleasure and throw her away before I could get attached, but just the idea of someone else even fucking staring at her had me in a frenzy.
My stomach churned with the way her eyes shone with betrayal. Max rattled the bars of the cage I’d locked him in and I ignored the way the birthmark on my chest burned at the thought of discarding her. The need to claim her as mine had me inching forward. I wanted nothing more than to replace the marks on her nape with my own. Primal need demanded I made it so everyone knew she was mine.
The reminder that she’d been with someone else had Max chomping at the bits. For the first time in a long time, I agreed with my counterpart. The need to tear flesh from bone was enough to pull me out of the spell she placed on me. With every life that had passed, I received a new mark, a reminder from the Goddess that I’d never have her. The last life had been the worst since the very first.
I can still feel the way it had to have her in my arms, as if it were only yesterday. It went hand in hand with the ache in my chest. She had driven that sword through my chest. While she sat prettily on her knees, soaked in my cum, she liked to believe she was the one being used and abused. Just the thought of it made me want to laugh. Who would believe that I was the one constantly being used and discarded like trash?
She had come to me on her own two feet, spouting nonsense about choosing me, loving me, wanting me. Even though I knew what she was up to, I had been stupid enough to hope, to wish that she’d come to trust me, know me, and choose me for once in all of our damned lives together. My heart still broke when she didn’t. As if it had come as a surprise. I’d held my breath and pretended to be asleep, nervous but sure she’d choose me. Like a Goddess-damned fool, I believed her, and what was left of my heart still broke when she didn’t.
I got what I deserved. My foolishness was rewarded with a sword through the chest. I knew with how close she’d come; I assume she’d been aiming for my heart. She was ruthless to the very end. Her tears mocked me, her chocolate brown eyes stared down at me and I’d still believed she’d loved me. I loathed the way she stared at me, as if she were innocent in all of this. Even after she failed to kill me, I still loved her.
With my pack under attack and the woman I loved returning to the man that cursed us, I sought her out. I fought for her and she did nothing but watch. I had so many questions, ones that would never be answered. The love and loyalty from the last life bled into this one, and even though I did everything to go against it, to fight the pull, I found myself unable to look away from her. I liked seeing the anger in her eyes because it meant she was focused on me, felt something toward me.
The woman on her knees before me had destroyed me, took down brick by brick of the wall I’d built, and tore my heart from my chest. She didn’t deserve my pity, my thoughts, or the fucking love that got me killed life after life. It mattered not that she couldn’t remember who I was. I remembered. Her eyes never changed, and they’d remained the same in every life. I was a monster, a demon, and I served no purpose other than to plague her nightmares.
For once, I would prove her right. In this life, I wouldn’t be a pawn in her fucking game. No, Adea would not be moving the pieces, and she would not win my trust. She would not kill me in this life, and I would not love her. I refused to be blind to our fate. I wouldn’t bow at her feet and let her step on my neck. Max whined from the cell I barred him in. I was angry, and I deserved to be angry. No one, not even him, would make me feel guilty for what I’d done. She’d dangled everything I ever wanted in front of my face, only to still fucking choose him. I refused to be stupid in this life. I deserved to make her hurt as she’s made me hurt, for the last goddess knows how many forsaken lifetimes.
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