Forty-Two: Punishment

Fuck, Lustre, you're too perfect.

I still remembered how he had muttered those words against my lips, the low timbre of his voice that had sent my thoughts spiraling and had made my body come alive under his reverent touches, under the strokes of his lips against mine, under the hypnotizing look in his eyes, his eyes that had always seemed so vacant then had come alive and I didn't know what to make of that.

I didn't know what to make of what happened.

The fact that he had kissed me.

The fact that he even knows my name and had called me by my name and he called me perfect.

Was any of that real or had I suddenly teleported into another realm where Alpha Fleki wasn't a monster that eats people like me for breakfast and was actually capable of emotions?

Even if a part of him was capable of emotions and feelings, why would it be unlocked toward me? I wouldn't be delusional enough to think that he thinks more of me than a whore who he wants to fuck senseless.

But then, there was that