Emperor of Destruction [EDITING]

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I fidgeted with my key in one hand before unlocking it. The moment we stepped into nightfall. I shield Autumn from prying eyes from horny, drunken fuckers. If Autumn and Ophelia weren't with me, I would've actually done something apart from sending them a warning glare. One that said, Look at her that way again–you'll wake up with no eyes tomorrow. The bearded drunks abided, turning away–admiring the beer can in their hands as if the beverage was their holy grail.

I peer down, inspecting my Girl head to toe. Her red-lipstick smudged a little on her chin from all the dick sucking she did tonight. Recalling the memory made my cock harden in my pants. If she only knew what her little body did to me. She wore a tight, mini black dress with a slit riding up her thick thighs. The dress revealed her faded scars,--exposing her past for everyone to gawk and ask questions. My gaze trails along her ethereal figure, drinking her in like she's water in the Sahara.

Everyone has a holy grail of their own. Whether they know it or not. Mine might just be Autumn fucking Hawthorne. The gorgeous minx I've been chasing after for years now. Everytime she looks at me, or pays me even the slightest bit of attention, I instantly wanted full control of her. I demanded it every time I touched her. Kissed her. Fucked her.

She's a puzzle, and Not the ones you solve in a day. She's complicated and so are her rhythms. My little Minx is unpredictable. You never know what her next move was going to be.

When we were finally united after four years, I thought she'd remain the same cowardly fool. Turns out she grew a backbone over the years. Good for her.

She didn't surrender to my charms right away, like every girl did. That's what sparked my interest. Autumn Hawthorne was supposed to be a fun little game.

She turned out to be the biggest competitor in my life.

And fuck, I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy a challenge.

Ophelia yanks open the door to my passenger seat. Before she could get in, my voice stopped her. "Get in the back. Autumn sits at the front." A queen takes her rightful seat next to her King.

With her mouth agape and furrowed brows, she stopped and stared at me. "But I always sit in the front." She whined.

I fixated a narrowed glare. "Now." I instructed and not a minute later is she climbing in the backseat. Autumn remained quiet by my side, but I could tell she was cold. That cheap fabric wasn't doing jack shit to keep her warm.

My eyes zoomed in on her face. Her nose is red and so are her cheeks, indicating that she's cold. Her doe eyes watch me, then widen in surprise when I slip off my coat, wrapping it over her shoulders. I tell her not to move, and like the good girl she is, she didn't. I buttoned up my coat, hiding her precious body from the world. No one needed to see her body other than me.