Page 58 of Unholy Bonds

My phone blinked. I picked it up to see a message from her.

Little Killer: I see you, and I know you see me. Why don’t you come closer?!

Ding. Another message.

Little Killer: My pussy is screaming for you. Don’t you want to make me come, Ryden?

Shaking my head, I growled. She was so fucking good at this game.

“Evil creature from hell,” I muttered. “You’re going to be my fucking death!”

Another message came soon after.

My fingers were shaking when I opened it. I was sweating and panting by now.

Little killer: Want to play with me, Mr. Sinclair?

Yara_wantsurcock just shared her vibrator app details with you. Do you want to download the app?

YES.

A gasp left me as I pressed the link and it opened to a download screen. She had just shared the remote app that would link my phone to her vibrator. She practically handed me a sex toy that would let me control her orgasms.

I blamed the devil for what I did next. I downloaded it.

Fuck this woman. She’ll not rest until she buries me.

My fingers trembled slightly, sticky with cum, as I turned the car away from Yara and her magnificent body and the tempting thing blinking from my phone.

Play/pause.

Intensity: Up or down.

Speed: High to low.

Fuck you, Red.

Grunting, cursing her to the worst possible hell, I drove away.

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MAD LIKE YOU

YARA

My heart thundered when I saw the flash of headlights before he disappeared down the winding roads and trees, leaving me alone again, just with my fucking vibrator and nothing else. The need to chase him to his house was overwhelming, but I buried it.

“Ryden Fucking Sinclair.”

I thought he’d finally snap, but the man was getting on my nerves. I stared at the vibrator. He didn’t take the bait. What else could I do? Any man would have given up by now, but not him. Not Ryden. And that made me want him even more, more until the ache was physical.

He’s something else, alright.

I slammed the vibrator down on my bed and fingered it with a frown, wondering how he could be so fucking strong. The stupid thing stayed still.

I already knew he wanted me, so there was no problem there. He just had to stop being so careful and be reckless for once in his life, like he was that night weeks ago when he killed Phil.

My constant thoughts of him were becoming an unsettling dance between the line of fascination and obsession, and the darker corridors, for once, were filled with desire for more. More than pain. More than blood. More than death.

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