Chapter Ninety-three: A Heart Captured, A Soul Consumed

Matt’s Point of View

Alex and Tom both texted back that they were working but could come and hang out later. I tossed my phone on the bed and sat down, trying to sort through the thoughts racing in my head. I was in love with Sam. I don’t know when it happened, but there was no doubt—not anymore.

Memories of the last time she stayed over flooded my mind. I could still see her lying in my bed, her clothes scattered on the floor except for the thong I had insisted she wear. With her long, slender legs wrapped around my neck, I teased and pleased her until she reached orgasm multiple times at my command.

I savoured the taste of her as I licked and nibbled her clit, my fingers moving in a rhythm that drove her wild. She was such a good girl, her legs trembling as she screamed my name. But even in the throes of pleasure, she knew to give me everything I demanded. It was thrilling to have such power over Sam, to know that by just touching her in a certain way, I could control her will and make her cum on command. And in those moments, I felt invincible. I fucking loved it.

My hand slid down my body, caressing the hard steel between my legs. The memory of Sam writhing under me, her body quivering with pleasure after I had devoured her, flashed before my eyes and made me instantly aroused. We were in perfect sync, our bodies and souls merging in a passionate dance. The sex was mind-blowing, her movements driving me wild, and the feeling of being inside her was unlike anything else. It was like our connection was instinctual and unbreakable. And Sam...she craved it constantly, insatiable in her desire for me.

When we became exclusive, she insisted on 'thanking' me in her own special way - a gesture that blew my mind the first time and continues to drive me wild, even in just the memory. The dirty words she whispered and the sight of my release covering her perfect face only added fuel to my fire. The memory of her tongue eagerly accepting my release and the look of satisfaction on Sam’s face filled me with intense pleasure and need, causing my hand to move faster as I relived every dirty word that escaped her lips during those moments of pure passion. My release erupted all over my abdomen, and as I cleaned myself up and tucked back into my boxers, my mind filled with fantasies of all the delectable things I couldn't wait to do to Sam once she was back in my bed.

Lillianna’s Point of View

After making sure that Sam was still alive and the bleeding had stopped, I paced back and forth in agitation. The anger inside me had simmered down slightly, but it was still there. As much as I wanted to end her life, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Matt wouldn't forgive me if I did. But out of all the women in the world for him to fall for, why did it have to be this infuriating woman?

I effortlessly lifted her and carried her to the couch, gently laying her down. As tempting as it was to toss her like a rag doll, I resisted the urge. It was so easy for people to paint me as a villain in their eyes. They judged me quickly, believing only the worst without ever asking why or showing any care. I gave and gave until I had nothing left for myself. Perhaps I should have listened to my head instead of my heart when it came to Xavier. But love doesn't always follow logic.

We were perfect for each other—he was my X, and I was his friend with benefits—or at least, I was until Rei came along. Instantly, I was discarded like trash for something new and shiny. The anger started to build inside of me again, and I knew I would have to be careful before it consumed me completely.

My emotions were raging, the thoughts in my mind screaming for me to escape and never look back. But I couldn't give in to them. I needed to see this through, to get closure on my terms. I wanted to control my narrative, even if it meant being the villain in everyone else's story. I was willing to wear whatever mask they needed because they couldn't handle the truth of who I really was anyway.

For a brief moment, I thought about what life would have been like if Rei hadn't seen us at the hospital that day. What if she never used Xavier for her wild fantasies at the club? And what if I had made it more clear to him that choosing Rei would mean risking our relationship? Would he still have gone with her, or would he have chosen me instead?

He still would have chosen Rei. It’s always been Rei, and you know that in your heart.

The voice echoed in my mind again, accompanied by a sense of presence. It wasn't exactly comforting, but it wasn't fear-inducing either. It was as if the presence loathed being here just as much as I did, which brought me some solace.

You shouldn’t have taken Sam. Xavier won’t come for her, and he’ll never let Rei come alone. Neither will Grace or Aamon. Think Lillianna. You’re an intelligent woman. You know you can’t win this. What are you going to do to get yourself out of this?

“Shut the fuck up! I can’t see you, but I can hear you! Get the hell out of my head!” I screamed so loud that Sam woke up. Well, at least that was something.

I stared as she blinked rapidly, terror registering in her eyes as Sam realized where she was again. Oh, that was a balm for my soul. I shivered in delight, my momentary madness held at bay with Sam’s awakening.

“Glad you’re up, buttercup. It’s showtime. I need you to make another phone call, but this time, no adding to the script. I’m feeling a little on edge, so don’t fuck with me,” I smiled wickedly.

Sam opened and closed her mouth quickly. She was learning to shut her stupid mouth, which worked fine for me.

I instructed firmly, making sure my tone conveyed the seriousness of the situation: "You're going to leave a message for Rei, urgently requesting to talk to her about Xavier. I need you to sound concerned and scared, with tears in your voice. This is crucial. Do you understand? Or do you need some convincing of just how important this is?" I added, hoping that Sam might need some coaxing.

"Yes, I understand," Sam replied in a hushed tone. "I'll say exactly what you want me to say, how you want me to say it."

Wow. Just wow. I wish I had beat her sooner if that was all it took to get her attitude in check. Such a simple fix. Fuck.