I put the knife back and pick up the tin next to it. It rattles in my palm, and I quickly check that the sound hasn’t woken Chloe up. Thankfully, she’s still asleep. I don’t need her seeing this.
Popping it open gives my body the same familiar urge as it used to. That need to consume and forget. To feel and not feel all at once. I’ll always be an addict. I could blame my shitbag of a dad for making me this way since he’s a drunk himself, but that would give him credit that he doesn’t deserve.
He’s not the one who slaughtered the men who hurt Kat. He cared that she died, she was his favorite after all, but he’s always been weak. Even if he knew that the reason she killed herself was because she was brutally raped, he wouldn’t have done anything. Just like he did nothing to help us after Mom died and he did nothing to help himself stop drinking.
I feel at peace as I stare at the contents of the tin. Inside it is my addiction; it’s what gives me purpose. With a smile on my face, I pick up the ring from inside and hold it up.
Chloe has given me countless chances, and she’ll never stop giving me more because she’s good like that. Too good for me. I instantly became addicted to Chloe’s light, and she offers it to me freely each day.
I’m lost in the fantasy of her when she stirs in her sleep, rolling over with a soft groan and draping her arm over my stomach. I quietly hide the ring away and settle into bed with her. My Chloe. My little sinner. My love.
Chapter 24
Chloe
It’s been a few weeks since Zack came off the drugs completely. He did it all of his own accord. I told him that I’ll always accept him, no matter what path he chooses. After all, I did fall in love with the chaotic side of him that the drugs brought out.
Zack’s demons have been slain, and my oppressors are in the past. Sometimes I wonder if life at the convent is still the same. Did Father Daniels’ death and my disappearance make any waves? I like to think that I inspired the other girls to fight back, but then I worry, what if it’s made things so much worse for them?
This train of thought always leaves me with an empty feeling gnawing at my gut. It’s like something’s missing.
I’m just leaving the diner when someone grabs my wrist, and pulls me toward them. My body melts into the warm cinnamon-scented hug.
“I missed you,” I murmur into Zack’s warm chest.
He pinches my chin and tilts my head up. His hair is a mess from the sea breeze on the docks, and I run my fingers through it as I push up on my tiptoes to kiss him.
“Mmm, you really did miss me. Let’s get home so I can show you how much I missed you too.” His blue eyes sparkle with promise as the morning sun catches in them.
He holds out a bunch of carnations and I take them with a smile. It’s become routine for him to bring me a different type of flower when he picks me up from work. He says that he likes seeing my expression each time I see something new. I don’t have the heart to tell him that there was a flower garden at the convent. I vastly prefer these flowers anyway.
We walk home with our hands locked tight together. Then, as soon as we’re through the front door, Zack is shoving me against the wall and dropping to his knees.
Within seconds, the skirt of my mini dress is flipped up and my panties torn off. Zack presses his face to my pussy and inhales deeply. “Can I live the rest of my life with my face buried in your sweet, little cunt?”
My clit pulses from the pressure of his nose rubbing against it, but there’s not enough stimulation. Dropping the carnations, I grab him by the hair and try to get him to start moving. “Less talking, more eating.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckles.
I lean back against the wall and hold Zack’s head in place as he alternates between licking and kissing my pussy.
“Oh, Zack, baby,” I sigh. “That feels so good.”
He bites my clit, surprising a yelp out of me, and smirks.
“There’s noZackorbabyhere, little sinner. You pray to your God properly while he worships your cunt.”
I tilt my head and grip his hair harder. “Shouldn’t you be the one praying since you’re already on your knees?”
His face darkens with a cryptic smile. “How could Ipossibly pray when you and your cunt render me speechless?”
My cheeks blush, and with a dirty smile, he grabs my thighs and buries his face back into me.
I hook a leg over one of his shoulders and let myself enjoy the slow build of an orgasm.
“Oh, God,” I moan.
“That’s more like it.” I can barely make out his words through the wet sounds filling the hall.
