Page 48 of Dark Therapy

“Fuck,” I hissed, my breath ragged and broken. My cock jerked in my hand, my grip so tight I thought I might fuckingcrushit. She moaned, eyes half-lidded and devilish, and I was done—ruined, obliterated, ripped apart by her madness.

“Damien,” she whimpered, my name spilling from her lips like a prayer wrapped insin. It wasn’t just a sound; it was a fuckingbulletto the chest, a brand seared into my fuckingsoul.

And when I came—fuck, when Icame—it wasn’t just release; it wasdestruction. Every twisted thought, every sick hunger she awoke in me surged through my veins like poison, sweet and fatal. She wasn’t just a girl; she was a fuckingplague, a ruinous force that I’d let devour me whole.

I’ll let her ruin me. I’ll fucking thank her for it.

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The hunt wasn’t just a distraction tonight—it was a goddamnlifeline, a blood-rushing, teeth-grinding release from the chaos clawing inside me. The anticipation wasn’t just pulsing—it wasscreaming, dragging me forward like a tether around my neck. Claire was already waiting outside, leaning against the wall like she didn’t give a shit, but I knew better. That calm? That readiness? It was the same cold-blooded edge I saw every time I looked in the mirror.

“You ready?” she asked, her tone all business, but those sharp eyes of hers glinted with something darker.

I smirked, shaking off the electric buzz crawling under my skin. “Let’s fucking do this.”

We slipped into the night, the quiet wrapping around us. It should’ve been comforting—the calm that always settled before the chaos—but my head was already splitting apart, thoughts tearing at me like razor wire.Amelia. Her name wasn’t a whisper; it was a scream thatrippedthrough me, brutal and unrelenting. That face. That goddamn fire in her eyes. I’d spent years perfecting control—every kill clean, every hit smooth—buther? She wasn’t clean. She wasn’t smooth. Shewas a goddamn wildfire ripping through the walls I’d spent my whole life building.

“Damien,” Claire hissed, her voice snapping like a whip. “Focus.”

I shot her a glare, biting back the growl rising in my throat. Sheknew. Of course she knew. She always fucking knew. But she kept her mouth shut, that irritating little smirk playing on her lips as we moved in sync, two shadows bleeding into the dark.

The target was just a job, another nameless, faceless asshole with a price on their head. But Amelia… she was in my fuckingbloodstream, and I couldn’t bleed her out no matter how deep I cut. She was the complication, theitchI couldn’t scratch, the addiction I didn’t want to kick. Once this was done, I’d go back to her. Back to that chaos, to that fucked-up thrill ofowningher,breakingher, pulling her strings while she set me on fire.

Claire and I reached the house—quiet, isolated, and practically begging to be torn apart. The wind howled through the trees, the kind of sound that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up.Perfect.

“Stay back,” I muttered, my voice low, guttural. “I’ll handle this. If it goes sideways… don’t fucking hesitate.”

Her expression hardened, but she gave a tight nod. “Got it.”

She didn’t ask questions. She didn’t need to. She knew I wasn’t in the mood for bullshit. The storm inside me was already raging, and the only thing keeping me grounded was the promise of blood and the shadow ofherwaiting in the aftermath.

I moved through the darkness like a predator, every nerve on fire, every sense tuned to thehunt. The air was thick—cloying with that sick, electric tension that prickled my skin and made my teeth itch. I couldfeelit, the storm building in my chest, ready to rip this whole night apart. The target was inside, oblivious, living his last quiet moments. I could already see it in my head—his face, the panic, the blood. Clean, efficient,beautiful.

But thenshehit me. Like a fist to the gut, Amelia’s face burned into my mind, uninvited, unwanted, yet fuckingirresistible. Those eyes—too soft, too knowing—cut through me like a blade, and it pissed me off. My fists clenched at thethought of her, the way she got under my skin, twisted me up inside. I didn’t want to need her, butfuckif I didn’t. I wanted to break her.Ownher. Make her mine in ways that would ruin us both.

I bit down hard, forcing her out of my head. Not now.Not fucking now. This wasn’t the time for weakness. This was the time for focus—forblood. Claire was depending on me, and I didn’t have the luxury of distraction.

Claire. Necessary, dangerous Claire. She’d pulled me out of the wreckage I’d been spiraling into, but not for any noble reason. She saw the monster in me, the chaos and rage, and instead of trying to fix me, she sharpened it into something lethal. Aweapon. I owed her for that. Not trust—not that shit—butloyalty. We shared an understanding, a bond built on darkness and survival. That was enough.

The house loomed ahead, quiet and still, its windows shut tight like it could keep us out.Asif. Under the pale, anemic light of the half-moon, it looked fragile, like a secret waiting to be ripped open.

Claire’s eyes gleamed, amanicexcitement flickering there that mirrored my own. She lived for this, just like me—the raw,unholythrill of the hunt. I gave her a sharp nod, and we moved as one, slipping through the gate and around to the back, silent and lethal. Her hands worked the lock with cold precision, and the faint click of the door releasing felt like the trigger on a loaded gun.

Inside, the air was stale, suffocating. The silence pressed in,daringus to shatter it. Claire moved left, her knife glinting like a fang in the dark, while I stayed to the shadows, my ears straining for the faintest sound.

Thereit was. A creak from upstairs.

The anticipation burned through me, dark andtwisted, as I climbed the stairs, each step a countdown to chaos. At the top of the landing, he was there—halfway down the hall, confusion blooming into fear as he saw me. That look? Fuckingpriceless.

He moved, wild and clumsy, a man running on panic instead of sense. I closed the distance before he could think, catching his wrist mid-swing and twisting until I felt the pop. He screamed, the sound smothered by the weight of my palm overhis mouth. His other hand flailed, weak and desperate, clawing at me like a trapped animal.

“Not tonight,” I hissed through clenched teeth, my grin stretching wide as I drove him to the floor. The terror in his eyes? Pure goddamnfuel. He squirmed, scratched, fought like it mattered. It didn’t.

Claire appeared behind him, her blade gleaming under the faint moonlight spilling through the window. She pressed it to his throat, her expression detached, ice-cold. She didn’t say a word—just nodded, giving me the green light.

I leaned down, close enough to feel his rapid, shuddering breaths on my face. “Got something to say?” I growled, my voice low and sharp. “Come on. Let’s hear it.”

He choked on his own fear, stammering something incoherent,pathetic. I laughed, low and cruel, before driving my knee harder into his chest. His breath hitched, his struggles weakening.