𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝟑𝟑 ||𝐈 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

D O M I N I C

A week ago

I told myself I wouldn't do it. I swore I wouldn't fucking do it.

But I did it.

I had my head buried in yet another newspaper with Athena King on the front page, flipping through and reading and reading until I'm pissed off beyond my breaking point and threw the newspaper across my office.

I'm a calculated man. Someone who plans his next steps and at least ten further just to be fucking sure. I'm a made man, born and raised for this life. Kill, survive, get revenge.

Simple as that.

And somehow I find myself weirdly obsessed over a woman I can't fucking stand. It's an unhealthy obsession reaching new levels and the worst part is that I can't stop, I can't control it. I hate being out of control, it's not something I'm familiar with. And I don't know how to deal with that little problem of mine.

I let this woman take more than she deserves. More than she can fucking return. And I'm beyond angry. I'm raged.

I'm not a good man, never claimed to be one. I don't even get close to the last place in the rank last in that category, I've never desired to either. I live in the shadows, feasted power from the shadows in the dark. That's always been my advantage.

I keep people away from me. If there is no money or some benefit for me involved, I have no use for these people. People are just a waste of fucking time.

If a man is not making me money or is not useful to me. I'm not interested.

If a woman is not intrigued in one quick fuck where I don't have to hear her stupid voice or see her face, I'm not fucking interested.

One simple transaction, always ending in my benefit. I'm a ravenous man. I want it all my way or do not want it at all.

And I can't wrap my sick fucking mind around the fact that Athena King somehow took from me more than I can even offer? How?

How she managed to provoke in me an inexplicable desire to crave a simple touch from her. To have a hungry desire to explore her body like I've never done before. I wanted to see her breaking apart from me, make her come again and again just so I could hear my name slipping from her mouth. It's an aphrodisiac, addictive one. And I don't do that.

I don't satisfy women, I don't touch them and most definitely I don't feast on their pussy as my life depends on it.

How did she manage to steal my kisses and label them as her own? As if they belong to her alone? How she slipped through the ice in me and heal the disgust I feel when I usualy feel when I look a woman in the eyes while I fuck her?

I stared at Athena's soul while I was balls deep inside her and I only craved her more.

She successfully managed to take all this away from me, leaving a big empty spot in my already hollow soul.

And she rubs it in my fucking face with all these pictures in front of the press. Smiling, laughing, being happy. As if she was laughing directly at me.  To show me I didn't play her, she played me.

But the little rebel doesn't know the man she was trying to play these fucking games with. She successfully managed to bring out the monster in me, make me come out of my shell, and rise from the shadows.