Page 88 of Afflicted

Just thinking about it now makes my stomach clench with desire.

I claw my hands through my hair. This is wrong. I’m not supposed to feel like this. I should be afraid of him. I should be repulsed by him. I shouldn’t want to have anything to do with him. Gina said it herself- he’s a predator, a monster.

But he’s nothing like Matt. He’s nothing like Braun. He’s beautiful and dangerous and looks at me in a way no man has ever looked at me before.

I like him. I like him alot.

I stop in the orchard, the trees around me bare of fruit and leaves. I tip my head up to the rain, taking a deep breath. A shiver runs down my back, a warm, familiar rush. That shock tingles at my fingertips.

“I know you’re there.”

Silas’s footsteps move to my side. I open my eyes and turn my head towards him. Rain is pearling on his face, dripping from his hair. He gazes down at me, softness and darkness all at the same time.

“You alright?” He asks.

“No.”

“What’s wrong?”

I bite my lip, trying to decide what to ask first.

“That night you dragged me off to the shower, after you caught me with Matt. Why did you do that?”

He sighs, his eyes dipping to the floor. “Come on, we should get you out of the rain.”

“Answer the question.”

His gaze flashes back up to me. “Why do you think?”

I swallow hard. “You were jealous.”

“Something like that.”

“You could smell him on me.”

“Yes.”

“And you couldn’t take it.” I hug my arms around myself. “The others, they all think I’m yours too. Like I’m your pet.”

He growls. “They have no idea. Fuck what they think.”

“Yeah, fuck them.” I tilt my head to give him a side glance. “Speaking of fucking…”

His gaze is pure lust and shadow as he looks back at me. “Speaking of fucking?”

“The other night, in the dorm… When you caught me…” The words hang in the air, sparks passing between us as we test that line.

His mouth shifts into a crooked grin. “I could smell you, getting yourself off.”

My cheeks burn at the thought, and so does my clit. Holy fuck, the heat between my thighs almost takes my breath away as he gazes at me. I lick my lips, because suddenly everything feels hot and tight. He watches the sweep of my tongue, and his eyes start to change color.

“There was a night, when someone stood over my bed, and smelled me after I got myself off. Was that-“

My question is cut off as he grabs my arm, pulling me into one of the wooden work sheds at the edge of the garden. He slams the door behind us, and has me against the hard edge of a bench. I catch myself on my hands, breathing hard as I look up at him.

His arms cage me in place on either side of the bench, and his body is so agonizingly close. He’s stunning and terrifying at the same time. He could snap me in two, split me in half, so easily.

Fuck, I hope he does.

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