Page 100 of Monster
Epilogue
Essa—Three months later
He loves the broken,crazy parts of me, and I love the rotten, crazy parts of him.
He’s fire and I’m ice.
He’s rage and I’m soulless.
I’m a creep and he’s a monster.
We were never supposed to work, but somehow, the monsters inside of us both wanted one another. Our fucking souls merged into the messiest, most brutal fucking storm of chaos—but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I peer up at him with a smirk on my face, and he turns his head down to glance at me, a smirk of his own to mirror mine. We’re so fucking crazy—just the way I like it.
In unison, we both glance back out at the poppy field. It’s pitch black outside, but the moon and stars shining bright above give us plenty of light to make out the thousands of flowers below.
I don’t know if this is what happiness feels like, but whatever the fuck it is, I never want it to end.We got back a few days ago from spreading Holley’s ashes at the coast—something I know she would have loved—and since then, I have felt more at peace. More… tranquil.
Without looking at me, Vincent brings his hand to my belly and simply rests his palm against it. I don’t know if I’m pregnant, but if I am, I know it’ll be okay. We will be okay.
My stars and his poppies. They both kept us alive and ruined us completely. And yet here we are, staring at them both with what only feels like hope, happiness. Complete adoration.
“I love you, my little creep.” My gaze flickers up to him at his words, and when I do, I find his eyes already locked on mine. My stomach flutters, and I feel the ever familiar pull of arousal in my core. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to him looking at me with such heat, such desire.
“I love you, my monster.” His eyes darken and heat even more at my words. Before I know what’s happening, he’s wrapping his long arms around me and hauling me into his chest. He holds me against him and rests his chin on the top of my head while his fingers brush through my long hair.
“Is this real?” he asks, uncertainty clouding his words.
“As real as anything,” I reply. Though, I understand why he’s asking. Being happy is so fucking surreal to both of us, but we are happy—or at least as happy as we ever could be.
Vincent takes a step away from me, and I instantly miss the heat his hot body brings my cold one. He puts his right index finger under my chin and lifts my head so I can stare into his eyes as he towers over me.
“This is it, you know? I can’t change who I am. I’m gonna get angry and I’m gonna want to fucking hurt you. I—I can’t fucking help it. I love hurting you. I love the taste of your blood on my tongue especially when I get to taste your cum right after. Fuck, Essa...” he trails off. He removes his finger from my chin and runs his hand through his shaggy dark brown hair. Clearly, he’s frustrated, and I know he’s not the best with expressing himself—hell, I’m not either.
“We’ve been over this a thousand times. I know, baby. I know and Istillwant those things. I fucking love it when you hurt me too. Just because things are different doesn’t mean I still don’t need it. But more than that, I needyou.” I step closer to him and reach up on my tiptoes until I’m as level with his face as I’ll get at my height.
“I fucking love you, Vin. Nothing between us needs to change. In fact, it better never change. Or I’ll hurt you back.” I grin when I see a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.
“I fuckin’ dare you, baby doll.” He chuckles and his dark eyes glow with evil intent. I clench my thighs together in anticipation. Without another word, I take off running into the field, avoiding the flowers the best I can, but I don’t make it more than ten feet before I’m falling to the ground. A sense of Deja vu washes over me, and Vincent’s torso presses into my back as my face gets pushed further into the ground.
“Gotcha again, baby doll,” he whispers and then he licks the shell of my ear. Goosebumps travel up my entire body at the same time heat floods through me.His fingers trail along my hip and down as he pushes past the waistband of my pants.
“You better never stop,” I sigh as he kisses the back of my neck. He sinks his teeth into my flesh, and I cry out in pleasure.
This is us.
Our own insanely fucked up version of perfect.
The Fucking End