Page 55 of Depraved Desires

My eyes narrowed as I took in the suspicious way Rocky walked. He made it a point to stick to the shadows, staying close to the buildings and ducking beneath windows. He definitely didn’t want to be spotted.

Biding my time, I waited until he was rounding the main office before making my move. He could be doing a deal, but that didn’t make sense with the lack of product he currently possessed. Whenever we did deals, he brought his entire crew and a bag. The only thing he had on him was his hoodie.

The wind attacked my lungs as I jogged toward the main office. My dark hair blew in front of my eyes, making it difficult to see, but that wouldn’t deter me. I was a born hunter, and right now, Rocky was my prey.

When I reached the office, I stayed back. Peeking around the corner, confusion filled me. What the hell was he doing at the teacher’s complex? If that wasn’t weird enough, Monroe opened the door and ushered him inside.

I thought they hated each other. What the fuck was going on?

A million thoughts started racing through my head. Why would Rocky Barlow of all people be at Monroe’s house during lunch hour? It obviously wasn’t for drugs. That much was clear. It sure as hell wasn’t for classwork. Monroe was an asshole when it came to his free time.

A breath of frustration slipped from my lips. I couldn’t just barge in there to see what the hell was going on. Not without backup at least. My gaze darted to the two windows—one on either side of the door. Lucky for them, black-out-curtains stared back at me.

I didn’t know what he was up to, but I would find out soon enough.

The rest of the day dragged on. I decided to wait to tell anyone what I had found out until we could all be together. Hell, I was still trying to wrap my head around it myself.

“You seem tense,” my newest victim purred in my ear. Her fingertips dug into my shoulders while she stood behind me, kneading out the knots with expert precision.

I chose her because she had that edgy look I was so fond of. Unfortunately, her personality didn’t match up. She was just an ordinary woman who wanted to get fucked. That served me quite well, however. It’s exactly what I wanted. Sluts who would spread their legs for me without any effort on my part. They enjoyed it…until the end. Her burgundy hair brushed against my arms at our close proximity while she continued rubbing my shoulders and neck.

“What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?” I pried, genuinely curious.

A quiet laugh slipped from her lips, but this was no joking matter. I wanted to know what darkness she had buried beneath her skin. I wanted to know how brutal this needed to be. Shedefinitely didn’t look innocent, but I knew better than anyone how deceiving a person’s looks could be.

When she realized I was serious, her laughter stopped, and her hands froze along my shoulder blades. “Why?” she asked quietly.

I shrugged before looking at her over my shoulder. Forcing an easy-going smile of my own, I jerked my head in invitation for her to take the seat beside me. Hesitantly, she obliged. The heat from her body radiated onto my own as we sat side by side, our arms brushing against one another’s with every steady breath we took.

“What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?” She countered, raising an eyebrow.

I don’t even know if I could choose just one.My mask remained in place as I turned to look at her, taking in every detail of her face. Her eyes were brown and crinkled at the corners when she smiled or laughed. The olive tone of her skin was flattering, but nothing compared to Aspen’s milky white shade. This girl wore provocative clothing, telling me she wanted to be seen. The way her breasts fell out of her leather halter top, revealing the red and black ink beneath was indication enough. This girl was athletic, causing her muscle definition to become apparent. She was a fraud.

“I’ll make a deal with you,” I offered. “You tell me the worst thing you’ve ever done, and I’ll tell you mine.”

Her posture relaxed and a small smile spread across her face. “Okay,” she agreed. A crease formed between her eyebrows while she thought on it. After a few moments of silence, she released a breath of air. “When I was in college, before I dropped out, I went home for the holidays,” she started. “My sister brought her new boyfriend, and my family loved him. Hell, my family loved anything my sister did. She was perfect in their eyes.” A scoff fluttered past her plump lips as the memory tookover. “That night, after being ridiculed at dinner for the way I dressed and for what I was majoring in, I snuck into my sister’s bedroom where they were both fast asleep. I stood over her boyfriend before gently removing the comforter and unzipped his pants. He woke up when I took him into my mouth, but to my surprise, he didn’t stop me. We fucked right there next to her.”

I wasn’t surprised. Some women let their emotions control them and were selfish, only caring about themselves and hurting others. If it hadn’t been her own flesh and blood she was bent on hurting, I might have understood why she did this. She was angry at her parents, not at her sister. She was jealous, insecure, and wanted to hurt her for that alone.

“Do you regret it?” I challenged, keeping my demeanor calm and relaxed. She needed to trust me for what came next.

“Would it make me the worst person in the world if I said no?”

I laughed and shook my head. “Not the worst person. You had your reasons.” As vile and unnecessary as they were.

“Your turn.” She smiled, folding her hands in her lap expectantly.

I nodded. “Okay. But I want you on the bed for this part.” I winked. A light layer of pink coated her cheeks, but she eagerly stood, just like I knew she would.

Grabbing my bag, I slung it over my shoulder and took her hand before we made our way toward her room at the other end of the house. I’d done plenty of research on her before making my move. She dropped out of college at nineteen, and then got her GED. After that she became a personal trainer and nutritionist which only took her four months through the advanced program she paid for online. She lied on social media about her progress photos, photoshopping them so that people believed she used to be overweight and worked hard for the body she now put on display. In reality, she’d always been skinny andjust toned up which was relatively easy to do. She lied because that’s what people wanted to see—hope.

When we got to her room, I was taken aback by the color-scheme. The walls were painted a light pink, and her comforter was a light gray shade, much different from the colors she wore.

“Get undressed,” I instructed. “Lay on the bed once finished.”

Releasing my hand, she started unbuttoning her top, letting it fall to the floor. While she continued undressing, I reached into my bag and retrieved a pair of handcuffs and some rope.

“There was this girl,” I began. “Aspen.” My fingertips locked around my supplies as I let my bag slide to the floor. Her eyes lit up as she noticed the cuffs and rope, excitement evident on her features. “She was my foster sister actually. She was so innocent, so tame. I don’t know why, but I wanted to corrupt her.” Drifting across the room, I grabbed the woman’s hands and cuffed them behind her back. Next, I started binding her legs together with the rope, making sure the knot was tight enough so she couldn’t get free. “One day, after school, I took Aspen to my tree house with some of my friends. I ripped her clothes from her fragile little body and fucked her, stealing her virginity, stealing her first kiss, stealing her future.”

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