Book two of a two book series. El Santo (Book one) available now.
FROM USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR M. ROBINSON
So here you are"
Turning the pages, opening the next chapters of my life"wanting to know the next truths of my sins. As if the first half of my life wasn"t enough.
You. Need. More.
You want my redemption.
My heart. My soul.
Your happily ever after"
You. Want. Answers.
And I will grant you the very first one you"re dying to know.
Why did I leave her"
So go ahead.
Turn the page.
I fucking dare you.
You just might not like the answer.
Don"t say I didn"t warn you.Books in Series:Saint-Sinner Series by M. RobinsonBooks by Author:M. Robinson Books
I stood at the end of Amira"s bed watching her sleep through dark, tainted eyes. The void in my heart once again spreading from leaving her warmth. She moaned, as if she could feel my absence too, even in her sleep. I chose to spend the last few minutes I had left with her by taking in everything; from her long, messy, unruly hair partially covering her face, to her pouty, pursed lips swollen from my relentless and insatiable assault. Her flushed, naked bare skin only a reminder of how many times I lost myself inside of her. The scent of sex hanging heavy in the room only fueled the memories of how many times I"d made her truly mine.
Her beauty held me captive.
She was glowing.
The sun slowly started to appear through the window. Each ray of light fell across her beautiful face mimicked the ticking time bomb in my body. Only reminding me I didn"t have much time left with her.
I needed to go.
I had to leave.
Finally walk away from the only love I"d ever known.
We never stood a chance together. Not a moment, not a second, not one stolen kiss or caress brought on by my lips.
By my touch.
By my love.
By the fire inside of me that would only ever belong to her.
My core seized up more and more the longer I stayed there. Tightening all around me, producing a piercing pain I would carry with me for the rest of my life.
More. Fucking. Demons.
I was certain about one thing and one thing alone"when I walked out of this room, I would be taking her love"
Her innocence and virtue"
Every story had an ending"
And this was ours.
This would destroy her.
I. Would. Destroy. Her.
In a way, I never thought I could.
I stood there battling the desire to hold her, to tell her I loved her over and over again, and to make love to her one last time even though I spent the entire night inside her sweet pussy. Fucking worshipping her, fully conscious of the fact I was ruining her for every other man, and not giving a flying fuck while doing so. But it wasn"t enough" it would never be enough. Nothing between us ever was.
"Mmm" Damien," she stirred as if she sensed my unforgivable intentions.
I crouched down by her face, murmuring in her ear, "Shhh" it"s me, Mu"eca. I"m here, shhh… I"m here. I"m always here." Inadvertently closing my eyes, I felt my remorse swallowing me whole. Taking me captive. It would be the only demon I"d seek comfort and refuge in.
I slowly opened my eyes, following through on the real reason I came back into the house in the first place. Grabbing onto Yuly from the inside of my jacket, I walked to the side of the bed where I"d just been laying and softly set the doll beside her. Placing a note on top of Yuly, careful not to wake Amira. Before I knew what I was doing, the backs of my fingers were caressing the side of her face. My hand gravitated toward her like it was being pulled by a force neither one of us would ever understand. A force that had always been much greater, much more powerful than us.
A connection brought on by darkness became the only light in my life.
Even in her sleep, she melted into my touch as I murmured, "I"m so fucking sorry, I will always love you, Mu"eca. Always fucking love you." Touching the end of her nose, I took one last look at her still frame, and right when I was about to turn and leave, she mumbled back, "Always love you too," in her sleep.
I grimaced, pain rippling through me as I experienced a dark torment settling over me. It coursed through my veins, pumping through my blood as I turned my back and left her asleep with her goddamn virtue spread on the sheets. For better or for worse, it now belonged to me along with her heart.
"Always love you too." Would be the last words she"d ever say to me. A constant reminder of what would always be mine.
The darkness in my soul consumed me, overshadowing our love I so desperately wanted to hold onto.
Now, all that was left of us were memories. Memories were what consumed me now, life-shattering reels of images in my head.
"Amira, my name is Damien. Can you look at me please" I need you to look at me" Can you do that for me""
"Yuly"" she finally spoke. Her eyes welling up with fresh tears, not believing what she was seeing. The sight of the small doll restoring a little piece of what was left of her heart.
The same heart I"d just broken beyond repair when I was the one who"d put it back together for her to begin with.