Page 64 of Depraved Desires

Myles cautiously stepped toward me. “Let’s get you to Collin’s room, and we can talk. This isn’t something we need to do in the middle of the hallway,” he insisted.

I knew he was right. No one needed to know our business, but I couldn’t force my legs to move. My gaze slid back to the door, a million emotions slicing through me. Maybe going to the cops would have been a better option. Then again, what proof did I have? It was my word against theirs. It was too late to do a rape kit.

As if sensing my inner turmoil, Myles took another step forward and enveloped me in his arms. The scent of his woodsy cologne invaded my senses, making my head spin. In one motion, he swept me up and tossed me over his shoulder, making a surprised yelp tumble from my lips. The cold air drifted between my legs, making me squeeze them together. He adjusted the shirt I wore—Foster’s shirt—and placed his arm along my upper thighs, making sure I was covered.

I didn’t bother fighting him. My body was too weak, and my head was still filled with all the horrors that had taken place less than two months ago.

When we made it to Collin’s room, he opened the door and sat me down before turning to me. My gaze drifted toward the boy in bed, his eyebrows pinched in confusion when he saw me. I probably looked like a blubbering mess now. Instinctively, I wiped at my eyes, getting rid of the tears that had fallen.

“If you have something to say, then say it,” Myles pushed, drawing my attention back to him.

“Why?” I said without hesitation. This question has been running rampant in my mind since everything happened. “Why did you do it?”

My eyes searched his for even a sliver of regret, but he was so hard to read that it was frustrating. He certainly didn’t care when he stole my virginity, he didn’t care when he raped me at the party with his friends, and he didn’t care that he killed my friend.

“You won’t like my answer,” he drawled, never tearing his gaze from mine.

“Tell me.”

He sighed, running a hand through his dark tresses. “Because I wanted to.”

I already had a feeling what he was going to say before the words left his mouth, but it didn’t piss me off any less. He killed Raven because hewantedto. It was as simple as that. He took her fucking life because it was nothing but a sport to him. Fury bubbled up inside me, flooding my system like a current of volcanic acid.

“You know what I want?” I seethed through clenched teeth, taking a step toward him.

Either he didn’t notice my rage, or he was completely disregarding it. He arched an expectant eyebrow. “What would that be, Dove?”

I pulled my arm back and let it fly, my fist connecting with his mouth. He grunted, stumbling back. His eyes flashed,zeroing in on me. I knew I said I’d be smarter, but sometimes, improvisations were necessary. His hand drifted up to meet his busted lip, blood trickling down his chin from my assault.

“You made me bleed,” he pointed out casually as if he were merely discussing the weather.

“Then we’re even on that front,” I growled, recalling the time he sliced into me with his knife. Not only had he carved their names, but he fucking stabbed me in the hip. While it had been a minor injury, it still hurt like a bitch when it happened.

A sadistic smile curled the corners of his mouth, and he immediately grabbed me. “What was it I said in the hallway?” he asked with an edge to his voice, his eyes flashing with excitement. I struggled against him, trying to shake him off, but it was no use. “Didn’t I tell you not to start something you couldn’t finish?”

“Myles,” Collin said from his bed, finally speaking up for the first time.

Myles ignored Collin and grabbed me by the throat in one movement. My eyes widened as he steered me, backing me into the dresser that I’d been fucked over mere months ago. My heart raced as I stared up at him, anticipation clawing through me. His rough fingers slid over the column of my throat making me shudder.

His lips kicked up to form a dark smirk as he peered at me through wide, lust-filled eyes. He surely wouldn’t force himself on me right here. Right?

Before I could contemplate that horrendous thought, his mouth came down on mine hard. I tensed beneath his touch as his teeth tugged at my bottom lip. In the next second, he was biting me, forcing a whimper from my throat. A bead of blood trickled down my lip and he quickly licked it away before stepping backwards, dropping his hand from around my neck.

“Nowwe’re even.” He smirked.

I moved my hand to my mouth, thumbing my tender lip. If I’d done that to Foster, he would have made me pay severely. Confusion washed over me along with relief.

“I-I thought…” the words came out jumbled, a crease forming between my brows as I tried to wrap my head around what just happened.

“That I’d take you?” he finished, raising his eyebrows. When I nodded, he released a dark chuckle that had goosebumps pricking along my skin. “The next time I fuck you will be because you begged for it.”

With those sweet words, he turned on his heels and stalked out of the room. I fell back against the dresser, my hand moving over my chest to steady my pounding heart. Not that it helped any. Why did he care if I gave him permission? He’s never given a shit before. Regardless, that gave me some sense of relief.

Collin’s words sliced through my thoughts. “Are you okay?” he asked, genuinely sounding concerned.

I nodded, taking in the small boy curled up in the giant bed. He wasn’t small by any means, but with how weak he was looking, that was the best word to describe him. Guilt clawed at my insides when I noted the pained expression on his face. His skin was clammy, making him appear sick.

As much as these assholes deserved to suffer, I didn’t want it to be like this. That wasn’t revenge; it was a low blow on my end.

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