Page 105 of The Ecstasy of Sin
Once I rinse my mouth and take a sip of water, I keep walking. There’s no hiding anymore. It’s time to face who I ran from.
I pull my phone from my pocket and turn it back on. My pulse hammers, a lump rising in my throat as I open my chat with Dom.
DOMINIC
Bad.
Fucking.
Girl.
I stare at the words on the screen, coming to a stop in the middle of the sidewalk, as arousal burns unbidden inside of me. My breath hitches, and I feel my fingers twitch with the need to answer him.
Everything about him is magnetic. From the possessive way he touches me, to the filthy words he doesn’t hesitate to whisper in my ear.
I never knew this aspect of my personality existed, this raw sexuality suppressed by sickness and struggle, then awakened by the perfect man for me.
Perfect, aside from being a serial killer.
Damn it.
ME
I overheard you and your brothers last night, and I panicked. I’m scared.
His response is instant, and I imagine him laying in bed, phone in hand, his brows furrowed and his body tense. Always on the edge, exercising his self control like the entire world depends on it. And maybe it does.
DOMINIC
You should be. Remember what I told you when we met at the clinic? I warned you.
ME
Dom, please.
DOMINIC
Never run from a predator. It triggersthe hunt.
Goosebumps erupt across my skin, and suddenly, I feel him all over me. The ghost of his hands gripping my body, the heat of his lips on mine, and the danger in the way he touches me like he’s one breath away from losing control.
I can’t take it.
I duck in between two buildings, pressing my back against the cool stone wall as I fight to regulate my breathing.
If threats of sexual violence is a kink, it’s definitely mine.
This is exactly why I had to leave. His power over me is a drug that pulls me under and holds me captive. He could lead me like a lamb to the slaughter, and I wouldn’t see the knife until the blood was already flowing.
My phone vibrates in my palm, and I squeeze my eyes shut, taking a deep, steadying breath before reading the next message.
DOMINIC
Run, little lamb.
My lips part, my breath coming in soft pants as my body flushes from the sudden surge of heat. I press my thighs together, desperate to relieve the ache blooming low in my belly.
How can I want him like this? So desperately, so completely, even knowing what I know? I feel no shame as mymemories flood in. Images flash behind my eyes: Dominic chasing me through the field, taking me down, and fucking me like a man possessed.
