Page 3 of Back In the Shadows

“They'll tell tales of the lamb that strayed, but none will speak of how the darkness sang it sweetly home.” ~ Anonymous

My queen’s defiance was a sharp blade that cut into my patience, but I also relished in the power it gave me over her. As she scurried down the stairs and through the living room like a helpless fawn, a dark chuckle rumbled deep within my chest. I could see the fear and desperation swirling in her gaze as she looked over her shoulder at me, begging for punishment. Ella’s insatiable thirst for submission was evident, but she had forgotten the consequences of crossing me. It was time to remind her with a harsh lesson that would leave her trembling at my feet. But there was something else that nagged at me. Why? Why did she do it? That was what I intended to find out.

I hurried down the stairs after her.

“One, two, whispers in the night. Three, four, stay out of sight. Five, six, a wicked fix,” I chanted.

Although the house was a good size, there was nowhere that she could hide from me. The scent of her vanilla and peach body wash always gave her away, but I would never admit it to her.

“Seven, eight, accept your fate. Nine, ten, darkness reigns again.”

I entered the kitchen, and the black granite counters were clean and void of any evidence of the twins.

“There’s no escape, little lamb. You should know by now that I always find what is mine.” A flicker of Ella’s dress caught my eye as she bolted through the dining room and towards the back of the home. My heart pounded with adrenaline as I gave chase, thoughts of dominating her flashing through my mind.

With a smirk, I burst through the kitchen door, following the sound of her hurried footsteps. I knew every move she would make before she even thought of it. And I was well aware of exactly where she was headed.

I took the stairs two at a time, and my steps thundered through the hallway until I reached the twin’s room. I stood in the entryway, savoring the anticipation and indulging in the power coursing through my veins. Memories of newspaper articles and files from the manila envelope danced in my mind, fueling my intense desire for vengeance. I clenched my jaw so hard that sharp pain shot through my head, but it only added to the pleasure of finally claiming her.

“Come out now, or I’ll drag you out by your hair. The choice is yours.”

Ella wouldn’t surrender, but it was a piece of the game to her. I just wasn’t sure if she realized it or not. That dark, beautiful part of her danced along the edge of sanity, taunting her. If she surrendered once again, maybe it would be for good.

With determination fueling every step, I closed the distance between us and flung open the closet door. Ignoring themountain of stuffed animals she had barricaded herself behind, I reached in and grabbed a fistful of her hair.

Ella’s yelp pierced the air as I hauled her out, her body rigid with fear and defiance. Despite her struggles, I forced her to stand before me.

“Why? Why did you do it?” I snapped.

Tears misted her eyes, but she refused to give me the pleasure of watching them fall. She pursed her lips together with perseverance. My little lamb was hiding something else.

I bent down, picked her up, and threw her over my shoulder.

“Put me down!” Her tiny fists slammed into my back.

I ignored her as I carried her to the bedroom. With my free hand, I opened the nightstand and rummaged through the items until I found the ropes I sought. I flung her down on the bed but held on to one of her arms.

“What are you doing?” She tugged against my hold.

I quickly secured one wrist to the bedpost and offered her a wicked smile as I grabbed the knife strapped to my calf. “I think you mean, what am Inotabout to do to you,” I hissed, pressing the sharp tip against her smooth neck. With a quick movement, I sliced through her flimsy dress, leaving it in tatters. Her body was exposed, her large breasts spilling out of the remnants of her beige lace bra. In one swift motion, I cut through the delicate fabric, relishing in her gasp. She struggled to sit up, but she was wasting her energy.

“Lie down,” I ordered.

Fear flickered in her eyes, but she didn’t dare defy me again. As I reached for another rope, I couldn’t help but feel torn. Part of me was still angry at her for betraying me, yet another part longed to forget it all and drown in her beauty. With each knot tied, my emotions battled inside me, unable to decide whether to punish or pleasure her.

As I finished securing her wrists to the headboard, I stood back and watched her struggle against the bindings. The room was heavy with anxiety, the air crackling with longing and resentment. She glared at me with a defiance that sent shivers of excitement down my spine, yet beneath that fire in her gaze, I sensed a hint of vulnerability.

I wanted to break her, to make her pay for what she’d done. But as she lay there, exposed and helpless, I couldn’t ignore the little whisper in my head that reminded me that even though I was angry, I would be sorry if I hurt her. It was a dangerous game we played, one that blurred the lines between passion and destruction.

I leaned in close, my breath warm against her skin. “Do you regret it?” I asked, my voice low and rough. She remained quiet, her jaw clenched in stubborn silence.

I traced a finger along her jawline, feeling the rapid beat of her pulse beneath my touch. “You can’t resist me forever,” I murmured, more to myself than to her.

But as I looked into her dark and stormy eyes, which were mixed with emotions, I knew this battle between us was far from over. Whether it ended in flames or ashes, only time would tell.

One thing remained unchanged, though. I had to know why. Not only did Ella need to admit it to herself, but she had to explain to me what drove her to do it.

“If you tell me why, then I might forgive you.” I climbed onto the mattress between her legs. Her pink thong was damp with her desire. I gripped the handle of the knife and slowly traced the sharp tip over her covered pussy.

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