Twenty-One
Marcus
My heart pounded in my chest, but it was an oddly dull sensation. Like it was muted by the sense of falling, of the walls closing in around me.
I had hurt her. Hurt her. My Evelyn.
Slowly, moving as gently as I could, I pulled out of her.
She groaned when my c**k slipped from her swollen entrance, and the sound cut through the numbness like a knife.
I'd been wrong. All these years, I had been so wrong. There wasn't a monster living in my chest, taking over my conscience when the darkness closed in.
I was the monster. All the time. With every fiber of my being.
I hurt her.
She remained leaning against the wall, her sides still moving rapidly from her gasps for air.
I knelt down behind her and slid my hands in between her folds, opening her up again. Everything in
