Page 44 of Ashes of Sin

“Please,” she begs, her eyes darting away.

Fucking hell.

She was.

I step closer, gripping her chin and tilting it so she is forced to look at me. If she wants to play games with me, then I will play. And she will lose.

What kind of idiot strips and taunts a predator like me? A man who has already stripped her of her freedoms, locked her up, and threatened her.

My father might be my true prey, but I’m not a saint and she is walking through dangerous territory here. Unequipped and inexperienced.

My shaft twitches, liking that she is innocent and ready for me to toy with.

Something shifts within me.

A desire I’ve been trying to suppress since the moment I laid eyes on her. She’s pushed me to my limits, standing here with her hard nipples and, I guarantee, a wet pussy.

Her tongue sweeps out and licks her lip.

Silly girl.

“Is that what you want? Do you want the man holding you captive to fuck you while you beg for release?”

Silence.

My cock throbs.

“Answer me.” I growl and tighten my grip around her chin.

“Maddox.” She breathes.

But she doesn’t say no.

I need her to say no.

To stop this, to stop me. There’s one thing taking this woman from her home but using her for my pleasure, when I know she’s trying to manipulate me into giving her back her freedom, is another level of fucked up.

Then again, she’s appealing to the broken part of me that’s familiar with using sex as a tool. The part who hates that my body is turned on by this sick and twisted arousal.

But I am.

And I can see by her dilated pupils that Kyra is too.

I can’t look away.

I can’t step away.

I need to watch her give away a piece of her innocent soul to me while I succumb to the darkness in me.

“Do you like people watching you? Is that what this is?” My eyes roam her face. “Me on the cameras. The people in the buildings outside.”

The little voyeur.

A million ideas fill my mind at how I could play with this woman and fulfill her kinky desires if she wasn’t my father’s fiancé.

“They can’t see in.” She gasps.

“Or can they? You’ll never know, I suppose.”

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