Super Villain Boyfriend (preview)

Ya'll ready for a little Venom inspired monster love? Here's a preview of something in the works!

Solomon touches your hand and presses his lips to your ear. “You liked what you saw in Rabid, didn’t you?”

You close your eyes, feeling strange. How did he know that?

“You can tell me,” Solomon whispers. “I want to know.”

You turn and look at him, meeting his lips you moan softly. His fingers stroke along your cheek and tangle in your hair. Your touch his chest and grip onto his jacket, pulling him closer to kiss him more.

He chuckles, pressing his finger against your lips. “Say it,” he whispers.

“I…” you gulp down a breath. “I want Rabid.”

Solomon smirks. “And why is that?” He places his finger on your tongue. “Is it the power he holds? The terror he commands? Tell me why you want him?” He takes his finger off your tongue and you pant softly.

“I don’t want to be afraid anymore,” your voice cracks again. A surprised look crossed Solomon’s face. “I thought becoming a cop...I thought I’d feel safe again...but I don’t....” you tremble and Solomon holds your hands. “I still see him...everywhere…” you look up at Solomon, his expression is unreadable but his eyes are soft. “The things he did to me...for years...since I was a little girl.” You start to sob and Solomon puts his arms around you, letting you cry on his shoulder.

“Who hurt you?” Solomon growls.

“My…” you whimper. “My father.”

Solomon’s arms tighten around you and he holds the back of your head. “Did you want Rabid to hurt him too?”

You sniffle and nod. You wanted to possess the same power and horror that Rabid did. You wanted to inflict the same carnage and panic on your father and people like him. You would gladly become a super villain if it meant killing all those people.

Solomon lifts you up and kisses you again. “I knew I saw something inside you.” He kisses your tears. “We,” his voice goes dark and raspy, “saw something.”

Your breath shudders as he takes you outside. You look over the city, rubbing your eyes as you gaze at the endless horizon. Solomon holds your from behind. “We want you,” he says with his new strange voice. “We want to help you.”

“Who is we?” You whisper.

He chuckles. “You know who we are.” He coils his hand around your throat, the fingers are long and jagged, they’re blood red with flashing lights coursing through them. 

You close your eyes and press against him. “Why me?”

“We see power inside you,” you feel jagged teeth press against your ear. “We see a chance.”

You turn, looking up into the face of Rabid. “A chance?”