Nyla K

“You look delicious in these, baby. Just like I knew you would.”

My brain urges me to protest. To keep fighting despite how badly my body wants one of those killer orgasms he drags out of me right about now.

“I-I’m not your baby,”

Don’t cuff me. Please. I’ll be good.”

He lets out a ragged breath, blinking slowly. “God… if you want to make me come in my pants, by all means keep saying things like that.”

Kemper huffs a quiet laugh and my eyes bounce up to his face. “What?”

“You look like a kid right now,” he mumbles, those mysterious eyes glinting at me. “Just… blissfully innocent. It’s pretty adorable.”

You wanna get fucked, Dascha?”

A small moan resonates in the back of my throat. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Put some clothes on, baby, before we end up camped out in that bed for even more hours.”

“Oh, you mean I can’t go outside like this?” He smirks, leaning against the wall I’ve had him pressed up on this entire time.

“Not unless you want to see me go on a killing spree,” I growl, and he licks his lip.

Baby baby.” My hands roam up his back.

“I wanna marry you

Pressing the button for a nurse, I’m overcome with jittery unease.

He was here.

He came to see me…

My body tingles with fear and anticipation.

Dad is lucky to have Lazarus around. I just wish I had someone to help me through this dark forest of chaos and pain, too.

Someone like Lazarus Weston.

“How long have you been getting migraines?” His tone is more stern than anything.

“Just… a few months.” I blink at him and his lips flatten in understanding.

“Why don’t you go rest? I’ll check the rest of your work make sure it’s all set.” He nods toward the stairs, and I don’t have to be asked twice.

With the Goo Goo Dolls singing about bleeding just to know you’re alive, I crawl into bed and curl into a ball, keeping my eyes closed as I pray for somebody to know who I am.