Sociopath's Obsession(56)

So yeah, she got her freedom. It had been six hours since she left. The almost empty bottle of whisky in my hand was an indicator of how I felt. The deep ache in my chest, rage at myself for not handling it better, and finally, a sense of loss so profound I wondered how people survived it.

My mouth lifted in a self-mocking grimace. No one died from a broken heart. I survived hell on Earth. I could survive her leaving me. At least, until everyone was punished. Once it was done, my life had no meaning.

I was so deep into my thoughts I hadn't registered that someone had entered the house until I saw Sapphire’s reflection in the window. I spun around, the whiskey in my hand splashing a bit as we both faced each other. The lights were off, so my girl was beautifully illuminated by the bright light of the full moon, like the night we’d met.

“You’re here,” I whispered, not caring how needy my voice sounded, and she nodded, exhaling a heavy breath.

“I wandered around the city for hours. Watched different couples. They all appeared to have normal lives. No tainted pasts. No evil fathers. Everything seemed easy.” My stomach sank; she came to say goodbye. If there was one thing I couldn't give her, it would be normal. “And you know what? Their love doesn’t seem any different from ours. Those men…they look at their women the same way you look at me. Then what is normal?”

Her eyes held mine as I asked with a rapidly beating heart, “Sapphire, what does it mean?”

“You gave me a choice, and I’m choosing you.”

Happiness like never before overpowered me. I barely held myself back from going to her and saying, ‘fuck it’ to everyone. One thing had to be crystal clear before we proceeded any further.

“I won’t let go of my revenge. Your father is one of two people left. Can you live with me knowing I killed him?” Wasn't this the most important question? Never in my fucked-up life could I have imagined being in love with John’s daughter. Everything the fucker touched turned to dirt or hideous things. Not my Sapphire, she had a part of him inside her and she was still precious, innocent in her own way, pure.

“Can you live with the fact he’ll always be part of me and our kids? I can’t change the fact he is my father, Damian.”

“Yes.”

She took a deep breath and sent me a shaky smile. “Could you not kill him?” Everything in me fought against those words. John was the ultimate revenge, the evil of all my nightmares, along with S. Tears slid down her cheeks as her voice trembled. “I wouldn't be able to live with you if you killed him. I know he did despicable things. I know. But he is still my father, Damian. Knowing you killed him with the same hands you touch me…I can’t. I will accept your revenge. Send him to prison. Forget how many lives you took. I can live with that. But not with the man I love killing my own father. I can’t live with that, Damian,” she finished. She almost stopped breathing, waiting for my answer.

Revenge against John and S kept me sane all those years, something I promised Dominic I would do. They made our life a living hell, and thanks to them, we lost our parents. Sapphire was asking me to choose.

But was there any choice?

“Yes. I promise you.” With a cry, she ran into my arms. I picked her up as her arms wrapped around my neck while her legs circled my hips. I could feel wetness from her tears on my shoulder as she quietly sobbed in my arms and we gained strength from each other. She was back where she belonged, and together, we could face anything. After I threw the bottle of whiskey away, we made our way to my room, and I gently placed Sapphire on the bed, not once taking my eyes away from her. My hands moved to remove her dress, while she did the same with my clothes. In a moment, we both lay naked, basking in the blazing warmth our bodies provided for each other.

“Damian,” she whispered in my ear. “Let me make love to you.” I froze at her words. She wanted control. No one had ever made love to my body. I never wanted anyone touching me. Any sense of losing control drove my mind crazy, and I didn't deal well with restraints. “Please.” Her fingers moved my chin to face her and our mouths came together in a deep, passionate kiss.

“Only for you,” I replied and lay down on my back, giving her complete access.

Sapphire loomed over me. Once again, I admired her beauty: brown hair as rich as chocolate cascading down and creating a veil around us, every sexy curve of her body, the gracefulness of her neck that I so loved to sink my teeth into, her full mouth that was made for kisses, and finally, sapphire eyes, which mesmerized me with just a glance.

Her hand caressed my cheek as she leaned down, giving me a soft peck on the lips.