Empress Of Wrath, Blood And Desire

Chapter 1: The outrun of destiny

Pumping the last of my breast milk into my baby's bottle, I remove the breast pump from my nipple, buttoning up my flannel shirt.

I take the bottle filled with my milk to the refrigerator alongside the others.

Abrielle, my loving two-month-old baby girl is very well lost in her deep slumber, so now I finally have the time to myself even when it is twelve in the middle of the night.

Caring for a toddler is incredibly time-consuming. It gives me less time for myself and the things I need to get done. Since I had her, I haven't had much opportunity to prioritize self-care or do anything just for me. But, I'm not complaining; she is my whole world.

She's my savior.

I pull the scrunchie off my wrist, gather my hair into a high ponytail, and then lean against the kitchen island to finish my now-cold lasagna. As I take a bite, memories I've tried to bury start creeping back to the surface again for the hundredth time today.

"Look at you..." he gutturally purrs enticingly with heavy breaths as if the sight of me is already pleasing him, sending shivers down my body. "Fucking helpless...bent over my desk with my cum plunged all over your little cunt that I stretched...So beautiful."

His words and his voice still feel so real to me, as if he is close by, right next to me.

It is all in my head but even when it is, he still tortures me with what I desire about him, what drives me to the max, and insanity.

I can still feel his breath against my skin like hot water scalding at my raw flesh. I can hear the sound of my name when he calls it, making my stomach taunt to the point it is unbearable.

I can feel him mercilessly thrusting deep inside me, like a madman, cumming so hard he could not control his groans of my name as if praising me while making me see stars. Making me feel things I want to feel again.

Things I loved feeling, but could never handle because his pleasures were always too much for me to manage.

He satisfied me in ways a woman could only imagine. He handled my body with care, aggression and possession, knowing it was my weakness.

I fucking hate that I can still taste him, all of him as though he was printed onto my tongue.

My heart still achingly races wildly whenever I think about the sex we had, making me carve his forbidden touches, which causes heavy drenches inside my panties, even by a slight memory of how he looks.

It tortures me to the point of madness.

Even after nearly a year, I can't stop thinking about him, despite knowing how bad he is for us, especially after he found out about me.

My secret was supposed to stay buried, a part of a life I left behind, but now he knows, and he's searching for me like the others after I fled.

I've been on the run for years, long before I ever crossed paths with the devil himself. I fell for his tricks, seduced by his dangerously enticing looks and the way he mastered every touch in bed. I thought I'd finally stopped running when his obsession mirrored mine, believing I could hide forever from the past that haunted me. But then, one day, I fled from him too, leaving behind everything with no intention of ever being found again.

Especially when I have my daughter.

Things living in a dangerous world bring, but it's even worse when I am born with duties that won't relent until I claim what was promised.

Spooning myself with the lasagna, I close my eyes, reflecting on everything I've endured to escape him. Now, I'm safe with my beautiful baby girl, who inspires me to be a better person.