Page 88 of My Sweetest Temptation

I laid cramped in the dark confines of the trunk, the sweet scent of leather mingling with my perfume. I flexed my fingers, trying to combat the tingling numbness creeping up my limbs. I was definitely going to be sore in the morning. I could hear the muffled sounds of the city outside, but it felt like the world had forgotten I existed.

“Well, this is just fantastic,” I muttered.

When the car finally came to a complete stop, I sighed in relief and braced myself to jump out of this trunk and away from the Devil himself.

I heard the door open and close, and footsteps on the pavement that came closer to the car. As a sliver of light appeared, I got ready.

The trunk flew open, but I didn’t get the chance to escape because he was already there and too freaking fast!

I screamed like a banshee. My foot connected with his leg, but he barely flinched. I bit down on his arm, but he just gritted his teeth. I flailed my fists aimlessly, landing punches wherever I could. I was not going down without a fight.

“Stop it!” Nico yelled. “Winter!” he repeated, but I didn’t stop. I would keep going until I tired out.

“Fuck, woman! Calm the fuck down,” he seethed, grabbing my arms roughly and shaking me. “What you are so pissed at me? What the fuck did I do?”

Is he serious?

“You kidnapped me and threw me in the trunk!” I screamed at him, but my outburst didn’t faze him.

“No, I don’t buy that. Something else is bothering you. Are you mad because I haven’t made that sweet pussy of yours come for a week?”

Yes. “Don’t be ridiculous. Of course not,” I scoffed. So, he was ignoring me? He was probably fucking those strippers at the club.

“Bullshit,” he snapped.

“Leave me alone and go back to your wad of strippers. Why don’t you kidnap one of them?” I yelled, feeling flustered and turned on.

What is wrong with me? I was as sick as he was.

He reared back, and a big smile formed on his stupid handsome face. “Someone’s jealous.” He said it like he was proud.

Arrogant asswipe.

NICO

She was sexy as hell when she was pissed off.

“You don’t have to worry about them,” I reassured her, because it was true. She didn’t.

“I don’t care,” she hissed, but she did. I could tell from the way she was fighting me. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. I hadn’t reached out to her because I’d been fucking knee deep in the Puppet Master bullshit and needed to keep my head in the game.

But every night, I laid there, thinking about how much I wanted to be between her legs, tasting her, feeling her lips around my dick. She was an angel sent from heaven to tempt me. And now she’d gotten me going to confession, revealing all my sins and desires. Not even God himself could forgive my sins for my twisted thoughts, my obsession and plotting to possess and ravish Winter’s body.

The thought of someone stealing her from me had me boiling in hot rage and pushed to the brink of madness. I would bound her soul to mine, ensuring no one could tear us apart.

“Where am I?” Winter’s voice brought me back from my inner thoughts.

“Are you going to calm down now?”

She muttered something but I couldn’t quite hear the words.

“I didn’t hear you. What did you say?” I asked, holding her back to my chest and wrapping a hand around her neck. I gave it a slight squeeze, and she gasped.

“Yes,” she said through gritted teeth.

“If you try to kick me or run away, I’ll restrain you.” I gave her another squeeze and whispered in her ear, making sure she knew that I was not playing around. “You will never escape me. I won’t let you go that easily.”

Her body tensed.

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