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You had never taken much head to your wedding day. You hadn't sat around as a young girl, imagining the day. What type of dress you would wear, the song that would play during your first dance. It had never been your big fantasy to have the perfect wedding day- there were even times where you thought you may never get married. You weren't like your folks, didn't hold such small town values in high esteem. They had been married straight out of high school, dating since their Sophomore year, Homecoming King and Queen, voted Best Couple two years in a row. They had been the idealistic American Dream, particularly when you had come along a few years later.
Nor had you ever looked at their picture-perfect relationship and thought you wanted that for yourself. You had a bohemian spirit, dreaming of visiting foreign lands and indulging in new cultures. Tasting new foods, swimming in a different ocean- sleeping under the stars while the people at home were waking up. Getting lost in a place where people didn't speak your language.
Your dream life had been anywhere but Jericho.
Yet things don't always work out the way you plan.
Which is why you found yourself standing in a room, staring down at the carefully picked white dress that felt almost foreign on your body. The veil sitting on the table, waiting for you to carefully fasten it to your head.
Your bridesmaids eagerly whispering and talking, waiting for you to join them. Your father's hands shaking in nerves and excitement about giving you away.
The person who would be waiting for you at the end of the altar wasn't the person you had pictured either.
No, the person you had briefly envisioned had a mop of curly hair, a charming smile that sometimes reached his hazel eyes and nimble hands.
But like most things in your life, nothing quite worked out the way you had envisioned it.
You staring out the window at the church across from you. The beautiful flower arrangement carefully placed outside. The people slowly starting to arrive, Jericho was a small town and half of it would be attending your wedding today. Your mother had carefully gone through the invite list, either adding or crossing out names with careful precision.
You don't turn around when you hear the door open behind you. Figuring it was your maid of honour telling you that it was almost time and to help you add the veil.
'Five more minutes.' You uttered out.
Your fingers dancing along the slightly dusty edge of the window. Wondering how hard the fall would be if you decided to jump out and run as fast as you could.
It wasn't that your future husband was a bad man; no he was a good man. He worked a steady, consistent job. He treated you with respect, your parents loved him and your friends insisted he was perfect for you.
He just wasn't him.
You sigh when you don't hear the door close again.
'I said five more minutes, please.'
'Until what?'
Your fingers freeze on the edge of the window at the sound of a once familiar voice. Your body stiffening, and a breath catching in your throat as you turn around and face the voice.
Tyler Galpin.
Someone who had once been your everything. Your parents had disliked him, despite being the Sheriff's son- insisting he was nothing but a troublemaker who seemed intent on corrupting their only daughter. Your friends had been weary of him, saying he was only ever going to end up hurting you.
He had been a small, impacting dint in everyone's grand plans for you.
And end up hurting you he had.
He had ended up being the monster people thought he was. Quite literally, a montorous one that even fellow outcasts feared and denied. You had kept the newspaper clippings of his crimes, hidden them away and read them like a Bible. Memorising every word on the pages.
Murderer.
Monster.
Manipulator.
The words had been a deadly sting to your heart. The boy you thought was everything at seventeen had in fact been the monster that girls were always warned about. He had taught you a language that only the two of you could speak, shown you a world you never imagined possible and then destroyed it all. Burned it with a pre-lit spark that had always been flickering dangerously in the background.
And here he was.
He looked slightly older, just like you did but he still held his boyish good looks. His hair slightly longer but still fell in those beautiful hazel eyes, his face more hard-set. The faint scar across his cheek, slightly more pale but stronger, even clad in jeans and a baggy jacket, you could see the faint outline of the strong muscles adorning his body.
You had envisioned so many times what would happen if you ever saw him again. The way you would scream at him, deny him, feed him some of the pain he had caused you.
But instead you found yourself frozen, staring at him with wide eyes as he looked you over with a look of disdain on his face.
'Ironic that you're wearing white considering all the sinful things you let me to do you.' He utters, a deep chuckle reverberating deep from his chest.
'What are you-'
'I kept tabs on Jericho and colour me surprised when I see your engagement announcement, swiftly followed by a wedding announcement.'
Of course he would, he hasn't been seen for years. Not since the fall out of Nevermore and the death of his father. Many predicted that he had died, there were rumours that Hydes couldn't survive without a master.
But here he was, very much alive and staring at you.
He had been the boy who had both discovered and destroyed you. He had been your first lover, your first love, your first heartbreak, your first harsh lesson. The one who had simultaneously built and killed the trustworthy nature.
'You shouldn't be here.' You say softly.
Tyler nodded his head as he takes a step towards you, inhaling deeply, breathing in your scent.
'Are you pregnant?' He asked curiously before shaking his head. 'No, you aren't. I'd be able to smell the change.'
For some reason those words violated you. That he would be able to smell something so personal on your body, that he would be able to tell something so deep in you.
'If he hasn't knocked you up then why are you marrying him.'
You should say the standard words, because I love him. Because he treats me well. Because he is a solid future.
'Because he asked.' You finally answer.
Tyler laughs again, clicking his tongue.
'Sounds like a lovely affair.'
There was apart of you that loved your fiance, but not in the burning way you had with Tyler. You loved your fiance in the way you loved your friends and family. He had proposed on your birthday, at the dinner your parents had carefully helped him plan. Your friends gasping in delight, your father nodding his approval and your mother wiping away tears as he had gotten down on one knee presenting the ring to you.
You hadn't answered at first, too shock to speak but glancing around at everyone and their pleased expressions before smiling softly and saying yes.
The engagement ring on your finger had felt like an anchor weighing you down the entire time. A dark reminder of the life you had tried so desperately to run away from.
'Why are you here, Tyler?'
Tyler quirks his brows, finally closing the gap between yourself and him. He still smelt a little the same except more earth-bound. No faint hint traces of sweet smelling pastries or coffee beans like when you had been together as teenagers.
'To show the stupid fucking mistake you're making.'
You scoff at his words. The anger finally setting deep in your belly, the red-hot anger you had to keep hidden since the day he had left you. People had commended you for holding it all with such grace, you didn't cry (in public), the locals had held you with sympathy. How you had been nothing more than foolish girl who had been fooled by a monster.
But deep down you had seen the monster all along. The way his hand would roughly pin your hands above your head as he smirked down at you, the way his rough hands and movements would make your body sing. The small flashes of his anger, never directed towards you, but others and the pit of desire that would set in your body when his eyes would darken as he looked you over. The way he had been so defiant about Jericho, always going against what was expected of him. He had all the makings of a small-town hero; the Sheriff's son, good-looking and popular but he had always fought against it. Getting in trouble, court mandated therapy and shaming his father at any given turn.
You had gotten in trouble with him. Getting caught in the back of his car, naked. Taken home in the back of Sheriff Galpin's car and to your parents great shame. The time you had both stolen from the local supermarket and gotten caught or the numerous times you had gotten caught sneaking out to meet Tyler. When you had both snuck off for the entire weekend to his family's cabin, nobody knowing where either of you had been.
Your parents always insisting that he was nothing more than a phase. You were moved by his rebellious nature, that every young woman was entitled to have a rebellious phase.
They hadn't figured out that everything else was the phase. The good-girl, the perfect daughter, the perfect partner. They were the phases you had forced yourself to accept as your reality.
Tyler had given you a glimpse of the real you, and you had liked every minute of it.
'A mistake? Marrying a good man, someone my parents and friends like.'
'I didn't know you held their opinions in such high regard. You never cared when we were together, in fact you revelled in them disapproving.'
Until you left me alone.
Those were the words you wanted to scream at him. That you had allowed him to ruin you and leave you to pick up the pieces alone. Spending years rebuilding your parents trust, regaining the approval of Jericho citizens. Your friends no longer watching you a cautious eye.
'Is that why you're here? To mock my future, the life that I've worked very hard to make for myself.'
Tyler shakes his heads, his lips curling up slightly.
'No, I risked coming here to show you that this isn't who you are.'
His hand reaching out and gently running it along the silky material of your white dress. You didn't stop the hand travelling up, brushing against your collarbone. Your eyes almost fluttering shut at the forgotten touch of his fingers on your bare skin.
His fingers knot in your perfectly styled hair as he pulls your closer to him. Those dark eyes staring intensely into your eyes, his breath hot against your face as he never breaks the eye contact. You want to look away, push him away and tell him to go away again and never ever come back.
You knew he wouldn't hurt you, at least not physically. Tyler had never raised a hand to you, at least one that hadn't been given in consent. No, his hurt had run so much deeper, far harder to stitch back together and you were convinced that they were still open and weeping.
His lips are almost against yours as he shakes his head, his hand only gripping your hair more tightly.
'Do not make this fucking mistake.' He breathes out.
'The only mistake in this room is you.'
A look that is akin to sadness briefly crosses his features but his face returns to his stony defiance momentarily.
He lips are on yours, his teeth smashing against yours as his lips press firmly against yours. The kiss isn't gentle and romantic; no it's rough and messy, years of longing and anger mixed into one. Like he had been craving the moment he would be able to do this again. You could feel your lips already bruising and aching as you finally find the strength to push at his chest, Tyler pulling you away as he stares at with wild eyes.
'You still think of me, don't you? How I showed you who you really were deep down. I found that itch inside you and I scratched it. How many times did you picture running away with me? Leaving Jericho in the shadows, because I did. I pictured it every day, even when I was gone, that you were supposed to be my side.'
'You should be dead, I read that yo- Hydes can't survive without a master and I don't see a master around.'
Tyler smirks at you, the faint hint of your dark cherry red lipstick evident on his lips. Almost looking like blood dripping from his mouth.
'I became my own master, found ways to transcend the need for one. It's hard but I learnt to control the monster, it doesn't control me anymore, at least when I don't want it to.'
'You're still a monster.' You hiss out.
Tyler is still staring at you.
'And you love the monster, you always have. If you didn't want me here, you would be screaming and running by now yet here you are. Still standing before me, trying to justify your choices, and I'm not the one you're trying to justify them to..'
His hand comes up against, this time it strokes along your cheek softly.
'Except you've forgotten you never had to justify your choices to me. You may have accepted the darkness in me.'
His hand is trailing down now, dancing across your covered breast softly before roughly cupping your breast and squeezing roughly. His body moving closer and pressing against your chest, his lips grazing across your ear.
'But I accepted the darkness in you too. I gave it what it wanted, fed it. Soothed it.'
You can feel the dark desire growing in you, despite the insistence that you didn't have it anymore. That you had become a good person, that you were a good person.
His hand is travelling lower now, grabbing the thick hem of your dress, his hands sliding up the material as they dance along your inner thighs. This was your chance, push his hand away and tell him to never, ever return to Jericho. To finally leave you in peace, that he wouldn't be a ghost in your home anymore.
But as his deft fingers dance across your covered core, you gasp.
'Tyler-' You croak out.
His eyes never leaving yours as his fingers continue to tease along your pussy, already damp with desire. An ache there that you hadn't felt since he left you.
'Tell me.' He whispers.
You should tell him, tell him to leave. To continue hide away, to leave your monster to rest.
His lips brushing the corner of your own, now parted as you breathe heavily.
'Tell me.' He demands again, his tongue darting out and tracing along your bottom lip. His fingers pressing a little harder against your pussy.
'Don't stop.'
You kiss him firstly, breaking the small gap between you both. Lips hungrily pressing against his, biting on his bottom lip as Tyler groans against your mouth, his fingers still pressing against you as became a hurried array of movements. Pressing your body against his in hunger, your lips messy and eager against his own.
Tyler is the one to pull away from the kiss, a feral grin on his face.
'There's my girl.' He breathes out.
His hands now gripping your face tightly, his eyes dancing over your face in wonderment. Breathing in every feature and flaw with eagerness.
'Get down on your knees,' he orders softly. 'Don't make me ask twice.'
You fall to your knees without a second thought. Staring up at him, he runs a finger across your lips, smudging your lipstick even more before pushing his thumb in your mouth which eagerly suck on. Tyler groaning at the sight.
You work hurriedly on his belt, button and fly coming down as you eagerly pull his hard cock on his jeans.
'I considered killing your fiance, you know.' He hums out. 'Ripping him to pieces, teaching him what happens when he touches what is mine, but then I realised fucking you while he waits pathetically for you was so much more fun.'
You can barely hear his words you lick your lips before taking the head of his cock in your mouth. Tyler's head going back, hand entangling in your now messy hair and pushing you further down his cock. Gagging as you take him in your mouth, eyes watering slightly, the mascara no doubt running down your face slightly. Tyler hissing at the ruined sight of you.
'Did you suck his cock like this, so eager and gagging?' He asks.
You stare up at him as he begins controlling the moving the pace, your tongue eagerly swirling around his tip, Tyler's breathing becoming heavier as you shake his head.
'I didn't think so.' He chuckles.
There is nothing romantic about how you suck his cock. You moan around him as he groans loudly. His cock twitching eagerly in your mouth, Tyler hissing through his teeth.
'No one has ever been able to suck my cock like you.'
He holds your head in place as he groans loudly, as you feel him spill into your mouth, you eagerly swallow some of it as you stare up at him. Tyler still holding you in place as he breathes deeply before finally releasing as you pull away from his now dripping cock, almost falling back but steadying yourself as Tyler stares down at you, still panting.
Tyler's grin can only be described as feral as you rose to your feet again, gripping his face tightly as he eagerly opens his mouth for you as you lean closer, letting the salvia and his cum drip from your mouth into his.
He swallows as he stares at you, his eyes black with desire.
'You are so fucking perfect for me.' He hisses. 'As much as I loved your mouth around my cock, that's not why I came here.'
Your desire for him can only be described as carnal as you push your body against his eagerly, he pushes his jeans down to his ankles as you hurriedly pull on the string of his jacket before roughly pushing it off his shoulders.
Taking in the taut, strong muscle of his stomach with glee. The way his arms were broader, stronger than you remember.
'I came here to fuck you until you forget his name entirely.' He breathes out.
You go to start getting out of your dress but Tyler clicks his tongue in disapproval, shaking his head.
He's pushing you towards the dresser you had spent the morning getting your makeup and hair done at, both of which were now ruined by Tyler as he stares at you, his hands gripping your hips roughly as you attempt to try and remove the dress once more, Tyler shaking his head, holding you in place.
'Leave it on.' He says gruffly.
'I always dreamed of fucking you in a wedding dress.'
He is pushing up the heavy material around your waist, groaning at the sight of the lacy underwear you had picked up for the special day. Something that had been awkwardly picked out with your mother, even though you had wanted to go alone. You had wanted a nice red lingerie set but your mother had insisted on lacy white, saying it was more appropriate for a wedding night.
'You never liked white.' Tyler mutters.
And he was perhaps the only person who had taken that fact into account.
You hadn't even wanted a white dress, that archaic notion was long gone in society and your mind, but you had given into the pressures of your friends and family and picked the white dress that they all said made you look like a Princess.
Really, it had felt more like a cage.
'I want to take my time with you, but I don't think I can.'
You gasp as he rips away the lacy underwear, the sound of the material ripping filling the room, as he pushes your dress up around your waist, breathing deeply as he takes in your bare form.
'Still as pretty as I remember.' He murmurs.
'Tyler-' You breathe out.
This was your last chance to back out. To walk down the aisle like you were supposed to. Have the life everyone envisioned for you.
Everyone but yourself.
And the man standing in front of you.
His hand wrapping tightly around your throat and shaking his head. 'Don't.' He mutters, pushing himself closer to you as you instinctively move your hips closer to his.
You had wanted this. Yearned for this for years. Dreamt of him somehow returning and taking you away, freeing you from Jericho just like he had freed himself.
'I'm here.' It's like he could read your mind.
You feel his hard cock pressing against your entrance, his throat still wrapped around your throat as he stares at you. A small nod of your head gives everything he needs, pushing into you in one, rough motion. Both of you letting out guttural groans of pleasure as he fills you up.
You both lean against the mirror of the dresser, panting heavily as Tyler remains still inside you. He still fit you perfectly, like your body had been made specifically for him and no one else. He breathes heavily into your shoulder, his muscles tense with restraint as you adjust to him.
'Tyler-' You breathe out, arching into him slightly. 'Please.'
That was the only command he needed before he begins roughly thrusting into you, the dresser hitting the wall roughly with each thrust as your nails dig into his back, leaving red crescent shaped marks as Tyler bites down onto your shoulder, the sounds leaving him making your body sing with delight.
How you had ached for him, even though you had denied it these years. You found nights when you couldn't sleep, your body calling out to him and only finding release when your hand eventually slips between your legs, your fiance sleeping beside you, none the wiser to who you were thinking about as you silently brought yourself to the precipice and over it.
His hand curling in the back of your head, stopping you from hitting the mirror too roughly as he pants against your lips. His eyes staring into yours as the both of you whimper and gyrate into each other.
'Imagined this for years-' He mutters out between rough thrusts. The hand behind your head gripping your hair tightly. 'The feel of your perfect pussy clenching around me again.'
If only he knew how often you had thought about him too.
Your heart never quite stopped missing him.
He mutters something incomprehensible as he feels you flutter around him. His hand gripping your hair even more tightly.
'That's my girl, come on.' He coaxes eagerly.
His deep voice sending a shiver down your spin as you feel yourself reaching that beautiful crescendo you hadn't felt since he last had you like this.
There was nothing romantic or soft about this encounter with Tyler. It was years of pent-up rage and passion combined into a beautiful crescendo of two bodies that were seemingly made for one another. Your nails, the ones you had only gotten done a few days before, still digging into his shoulders as your head falls back, your mouth open as you fall of the edge, whimpering out Tyler's name as he groans deeply, stilling as you feel him finish inside you.
His head falling onto your chest as you both lean into the dresser, panting and coming down from the high you had been craving since he left. Your body shaking slightly in the aftermath as Tyler roughly pulls out of you, whimpering at the loss of him inside you. Watching as he stumbles back slightly. His eyes still dark.
You practically fall down from the dresser, still on shaky legs as you you stumble onto the couch in the room. Running a hand through your messy hair and knowing you looked a state; makeup ruined, lipstick smudged, red marks adorning your neck and your white dressed stain with him.
Tyler staring at you before he sits next to you, still naked and still breathing heavily.
You're shocked when he lays his head in your lap, you instinctively begin running a hand through his now damp curls. His breathing only slowing as he gets more comfortable in your lap.
'Don't marry him.' He says softly.
'Tyler- I-'
'I can show you the world. There is so much more outside of Jericho, a whole new world for us to discover and conquer together.'
'Everything has been paid for- the honeymoon.'
Tyler is staring up at you as he falls out of your lap, now on his knees in front of you. His eyes pleading with something akin to love.
'You don't want to marry him.'
'Yes-'
'You don't love him.'
'No.'
Your heart hurt at the admission. It has been something you had been lying to yourself about ever since he had gotten down on knee and presented you with the ring. Which had been a bawdy, expensive looking thing; the opposite of your taste. It had always been a heavy burden on your finger, weighing you down, helping you to sink further and further into the ocean of despair.
'I'll show you everything. Teach you everything.' Tyler is still on his knees in front of you.
Though it was evident the monster was still inside him, it didn't control him anymore. He had learnt to control it.
You stare down at him, leaning forward.
Both of you glancing towards the window when you hear the church bells ringing. Signalling that the ceremony would begin at any moment. Your bridesmaids eagerly waiting down the hall, you father to walk you down the aisle to your future.
Except they would find an empty room.
Your future wasn't waiting at the end of an altar in an expensive suit.
He was kneeling in front of you.
'Come with me.' He pleads again.
The church bells no longer ringing in your ear, all you can hear and feel is Tyler. You look at him and nod your head.
'Okay.'