Page 86 of Depraved Desires

Behind him was a pocket knife, the blade already open and ready to be used. My teeth sunk into my lower lip as a sadistic idea sprouted within my mind. A little bit of alcohol wasn’t going to make me forget all of the horrible stuff he’d done. Even if it was getting harder to think clearly by the minute.

I stood, determination racing through me. My pulse thundered in my ears at what I was about to do, knowing this would probably sign my death warrant all over again. He stabbed me; it was only fair that I returned the favor.

Fuck.

I was absolutely insane.

Myles watched me with curiosity, probably thinking I was coming to him. A twisted smile crossed my face as I side stepped him and he tracked my every movement.

My hand curled around the knife, and I held the blade up in the air. It was sharp. That was for damn sure. It probably wouldn’t kill him unless I stabbed him repeatedly with it, but his life wasn’t what I was after.

“Think very carefully of what you’re about to do,” Myles said with a hint of amusement slithering through his words.

He didn’t think I’d use it. That only made me want to do it even more. I turned to face him, excitement sparking to life inside of me. I made my way toward him, closing the distance between us. I lifted the weapon, pressing the sharp end of the blade to his throat. His skin turned white around it, his pulse point moving rapidly along the side of his neck.

“I could slice your throat,” I said casually, pushing the knife in even more. A small bead of blood pebbled around it, trickling down his Adams apple. “Just like you did to Raven.” That thought spurred me on and I sliced downwards gently, making sure not to injure him just yet. More blood followed, but not a lot.

His hands dropped down to my waist and he pulled me against him tightly. “You could,” he admitted.

I smiled wickedly, using the knife to tilt his head back. Rising on my tiptoes, I swiped my tongue along the blood that had dripped to the lower regions of his neck. A shuddering gasp expelled from his lungs and heat swirled within his eyes. He was enjoying this.

With his attention otherwise occupied, I dropped my arm, and took a small step back in order to create a little bit of distance between us. He watched me curiously as I twirled the knife between my fingers before plunging it into his side in one, swift movement.

He grunted, stumbling backwards. His hand moved to his side, and he dropped his gaze in surprise at the blood coating his fingers.

Foster rose abruptly, concern twisting his features. But Myles held a hand up to stop him from coming near us.

“You stabbed me,” he said in disbelief.

“You’ve stabbed me before.” I shrugged. He pried the knife out of my hand and closed it before throwing it in Foster’s direction.

His hand latched onto my throat—the same one that had his blood all over it. He barely winced as his side strained with the movement. Fear skittered down my spine along with excitement. He was either seconds away from murdering me or fucking me. It was hard to tell with him.

I pried his fingers from around my throat and to my surprise, he let me. Maybe it was the sadistic glint in my eye. A slow smile stretched across my face as I took a step forward, closing the gap between us once again. His chest rose and fell rapidly between us, and I loved that I’d gotten a rise out of him for once.

Balling the front of his shirt up in my hand, I jerked him towards me. His eyes widened a fraction from the unexpectedness of it, but before he could react, I smashed my lips against his. He froze instantly, but that didn’t last long. His arms wound around me, hand hands cupping my ass tightly as he pressed our fronts together firmly.

I didn’t know what had come over me, but this was something I’d never experienced before. Excitement flooded my system until it was consuming me completely.

“You do realize that this ismyroom, right?” Foster huffed.

Neither one of us acknowledged him, our tongues sliding together forcefully as we fought for dominance. My hands ripped through his hair before I settled on a single spot and pulled, making him growl out in approval. His teeth sank into my lower lip, pain splintering through the piece of meat as he drew blood.

His hands drifted upwards until he reached the top of my jacket. He tugged the leather off quickly before tossing it to the floor.

“Seriously?” Foster continued, talking to us like we were disobedient children.

Myles pulled away, leaning his head against mine. We both worked to catch our breaths for a moment, my head spinningwith alcohol and lust. My mouth was beyond bruised and swollen without a doubt.

“Say it,” he said breathlessly.

He didn’t have to elaborate. I knew exactly what he meant. “I want you.” My arms wound around his neck in a firm hold.

He shook his head. “Not good enough.” His hands toyed with the hem of my shirt, like he was seconds away from ripping it from my body if given the correct answer.

I was too far gone to even consider changing my mind. He might have been a sadistic piece of shit, but I wanted this so badly it was bordering on painful. I’d have to ask for forgiveness later.

“I want you to fuck me, Myles.Please?”

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