Page 59 of Colton
But she doesn’t wake. Her body responds instead; a soft sigh escapes her, and her heart thrums harder against my palm.
This is wrong, my conscience screams, but I don’t care. I’ve already raped her, what’s this going to do? She already hates me. So, I press on, compelled by the need to possess her even as she sleeps, especially without her knowing.
I lean closer, inhaling the sugary scent of her skin.
Fuck.
I slide down the bed a little further, my hands daringly moving lower until they find the hem of her shirt, hesitating just before slipping beneath. She squirms slightly at my touch, my pulse racing with the thrill of seeing how her body reacts to me.
In that moment, everything else fades—the game, the voices, the feeling of darkness constricting around my throat. Just her, just us, consumed in this moment of madness. The world outside is forgotten. I brush my thumb along her hipbone, lovingthe warmth radiating from her skin, and my heart races even faster. This isn’t mere control; it’s something deeper, something that pulls at the threads of who I am and what I could be.
With every caress, Luella stirs; the way she moves sends a bolt of heat coursing through me. God, she’s beautiful like this—lost in her dreams, unaware of the chaos brewing outside of her mind.
God, I want to own her.
I slide my fingers beneath her shirt, brushing over her skin, feeling her response to my touch. It ignites something dark and wild in me, a hunger that forces me to push further.
I stare at her hands, handcuffed together at the headboard, down to the ropes holding her legs apart.
It’s like I planned this. But I didn’t, so that means its destiny.
I can’t help but indulge.She’s mine, isn’t she? I can do whatever I want.
As I dip lower, my fingers explore the curve of her waist. She rolls towards me slightly, her body naturally seeking mine, and I hold my breath, praying she doesn’t wake up.
I need to make sure she doesn’t.
I slip off the bed and head to the kitchen, finding the Chloroform. I don’t have time for Rohypnol, plus I’d need to get her to drink it.
Fuck it.I douse a rag with it, my dick straining to get out of my pants.
You’re the same as him,the voices tell me, but I’m too far gone to care.
I return to the bed, holding the rag doused in Chloroform over her swollen mouth and nose, as she begins to wake up. I press down harder as her eyes meet mine. I hold it there until she stops fighting, watching as the Chloroform takes over, and my doll falls back onto the bed limply.
Beautiful.
I take my time taking the handcuffs and ropes off her, deciding that I prefer her like this rather than tied up. I want to be able to manipulate her body, and I can do it so much easier like this.
Why doesn’t she just give in to me? She’s fucked me enough times. She wants me.
Is it because I’m his son?That thought fills me with rage.I’ll fucking show her.
I lean in closer. The urge to claim her, to mark her as mine ripples through me. Everything feels amplified—the beating heart in my chest, the heat radiating between us, the fear of her waking up. It’s anyone’s guess how long she will be out, so I can’t take my time.
My favorite thing about Luella is how she denies what’s between us, how her body drips with need for me, yet she fights me like a hellcat. Let’s examine that little trait now, shall we?
Without conscious thought, my mouth finds her shoulder, kissing the soft skin there. Even like this—covered in blood and mud, she smells divine. Her natural scent drives me fucking crazy.
I pull back just enough to drink in the sight of her—the way she’s asleep, each measured breath a reminder of the power I have in this moment. The world fades, and it’s just me, just us.
And I’m in control.
I can’t help it; I dive back in, my mouth trailing along her skin, moving to her breasts.
Colton,the voice inside me whispers again,warm yet predatory, urging me to push further.Take her.
I shift her to the middle of the bed, throwing her clothes aside so I can see her in her natural beauty.
