At this second, with Vincent's hands around my neck, his throbbing cock against my stomach, I see the foolish waste of thoughts. I learn the meaningless words of promises.
In the front of B-Street downtown Seattle, I, Kylie Bray watch the man that I am destined to love forever, come alive with the idea of killing me.
And even though I am with Storm, time can't heal wounds.
My voice, finally given back to me as he releases his fingers from around my neck, twisting it through my hair.
For once, the words I need to say, the questions in my mind, come out, as I ask, “What is it that draws me to you, why can't I say no, what is this?”
His grip on my hair tightens as he slays me with just one word, “Obsession.”
Breathing becomes difficult as his eyes stare so deeply into my own. I have dreamed of this night for so long. I have imagined how his hands would feel touching me. I have wanted Vincent to look at me the way he is looking at me now, with proprietorial lust.
My vision blurs with ecstasy, but still, I question,
“What happens when one obtains its obsession.”
I already know I am obsessed with him, and hearing him murmur those words undoes me. It makes everything true.
His deep intoxicated voice utters my undoing, “Addiction.”
But what he does next shatters me. His skillful mouth crashes against mine.
I'm not judging, I'm seriously not, okay, maybe just a little. There's a lot of names in the dictionary to use that mean killer, why use the actual thing. Come on.
I shake my head at my wayward thoughts and check my recently green sparkled nail polish, Ivy crush. It's wicked.
The kitchen door opens with a bang and a scarred grim reaper walks out with a limp female in his arms, bride style. Her hair is like a black curtain of strands, a lot like mine except, well it's not. That's dead hair. Something I'm so fixing.
“What shiny new toy does the big bad beast have there?” I drawl my words lazily.
I used to do it to piss my mama off. Over the years she made it her personal mission in ‘assisting’ me to ditch the glitch or famously known as the ‘Kylie twang.’ She was of course successful but every now and then it comes out to play.
What can I say, I'm a Bray.
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