Page 68 of Depraved Desires

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Aspen

Anger was a deadly emotion. It slithered through you like a white, hot demon and altered your thought process. It was why I had punched Myles. It was why I’d attacked Foster all those months ago. My teeth sunk into my bottom lip as I worked to contain the rage flowing through me. The guys sat around me, laughing about nonsense I wanted no part of. They forced me to strip as they’d done many times by now and just ignored my existence. Except for Myles who would look at me every now and then with that sinister smirk twisting his dark features. He expected me to cave and give him what he wanted.

The arrogant asshole.

In another life, I would have. He was sexy as hell. But he’d been my monster, and to fuck him would be ridiculous of me.

“Are you hungry?” Myles’ breath fanned against my neck, making a shudder rumble through me from the sensation. He stood behind me while I sat on the couch, finally safe from his clutches for now—or so I thought. He brushed my hair, pushing it over one of my shoulders, making it tumble over my right breast.

My stomach growled instinctively, but with the chatter surrounding us, I doubted anyone had heard it. “What do you think?” I shot back, irritation clawing at me. I hadn’t eaten since lunch.

A dark chuckle rumbled from him as he leaned forward, his lips brushing along the back of my neck. Electricity shot through me instantly, making my hands curl into fists within my lap. He’d never been this way with me before. Sure, he’d threatened to take me against my will and actually succeeded in that department, but he never cared to flirt with me like this. My head spun with confusion.

“Enough,” Foster growled. He was still seated in the armchair, his eyes narrowed on me like it was somehow my fault.

If I wasn’t so pissed off at Myles and he hadn’t done what he did, I might have fucked him right here out of spite. I bet Foster wouldlovethat.

Myles groaned, like pulling away from me physically pained him. A breath of relief fluttered past my lips due to the distance and I slouched back into the sofa. My skin stuck to the leather, making me shift uncomfortably. I hated this. All of the furniture here was made of leather aside from the beds.

The devil incarnate sauntered back into the kitchen with Hunter in tow, presumably to make something for dinner. Unease twisted my gut, making me feel even more out of place than usual. I was at a cabin, far away from civilization. Not like anyone would save me even if they could. No one has bothered to help before. Except for Raven. Who was now dead because of it.

My thoughts came to a screeching halt when my eyes locked with Foster’s from across the room. His jaw was tight as he stared, anger radiating off him in waves causing tension to thicken around the sitting area. He hated me, and that was perfectly fine, because I felt the exact same way about him.

“Is there something you want to say?” I drawled in annoyance.

He swallowed thickly, a muscle thrumming along the edge of his sharp jawline. “If I had something to say, I’d fucking say it. Don’t you think?”

My eyes rolled into the back of my skull. “I wouldn’t be here right now if you’d just let me go,” I reminded him. “You’re the one that wants me around for whatever weird reason.”

His gaze dropped to his folded hands within his lap. They were wrapped around one another tightly, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. I wish I knew what the hell he was thinking. His actions certainly didn’t match his words. He hated me but wanted me around constantly. What sense did that make?

“You know what I don’t get?” I continued, waiting until his eyes met mine again. “Why you hate me so damn much without having a valid reason. I wasn’t even a problem for you until Myles cornered me in the damn hallway and started making threats and demands. We probably never would have crossed paths otherwise.”

He scoffed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes. “Because you’re a fucking pain in my ass.” He placed a cigarette in his mouth and lit it before tossing one at me, catching me by surprise. It hit my chest and rolled in between my thighs. Sighing, I reached for it, cradling it between my fingers. Next, he tossed the lighter, but I’d been expecting it this time. I grabbed it out of the air, the action making my breasts jiggle which virgin boy’s eyes seemed to notice too. For someone who hated me so much, he definitely couldn’t stop staring.

“Eyes up here, asshole.” His gaze snapped to mine and his eyes narrowed with anger. Abruptly, he stood and stalked out of the room.

Collin chuckled as he entered, his hair still damp from the shower he’d just taken. He slid into the spot next to me while I lit my cancer stick and sucked in a cloud of smoke, relishing the slight burn it inflicted on my throat. Glancing over at him, my breath caught in my throat from my double-take. He was wearing nothing but a pair of sweats that hung low on his hips. His smooth skin was as golden as ever, revealing all the hard planes of his physique.

“Eyes up here.” He smirked, using my earlier words against me.

A smile teased the corners of my mouth as our eyes locked. He was fucking perfection. His hair swept across his forehead, framing the top of his face perfectly. His eyes were as golden as his skin, pulling you in and making it easy to get lost in them. I was playing a dangerous game.

After dinner, the guys adorned the coffee table with liquor, pills, and baggies of white powder and rocks. My heart thudded rapidly as I took it all in, unease settling inside me. I stood to the side since all the seats had been taken and folded my arms over my chest, watching with interest.

Hunter reached forward, grabbing a bag with the little clear rocks within it. I watched as he wrapped a decent sized rock in a tiny piece of toilet paper, placing it on his tongue, and washed it down with vodka.

Myles looked at me, a smirk curling his mouth. “Need a place to sit, dove?”

I hesitated. Myles was the last person I wanted to be around. Collin was hurt, so that was off the table, and he’d be the only other person I’d really consider. Actually, anyone would be better than Myles—even Foster. I could sit on the floor, but there was nowhere to support my back and it sounded like a worse option especially if I ended up getting blitzed out of my mind along with these douchebags.

Reluctantly, I made my way toward him. Just as I was about to sink onto his lap, a hand latched onto my arm and pulled me toward them, sitting me down. I didn’t have to ask who it was. Hunter had been the one sitting beside him.

Myles snorted in response. “Asshole.”

The guys all took turns, choosing their drug before they moved on to beverages. I shifted uncomfortably on Hunter’s lap, feeling weird sitting with him like this. He’s barely spoken a word to me since the club and he refused to look at me. Not that I minded it, but it did make things a little awkward. One of his hands rested on my hip as he leaned forward and used the other to grab his vodka from the table.

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