Page 118 of The Ecstasy of Sin
I move through the old cabin, not bothering to avoid Boris’s blood soaked into the carpet.
In the kitchen, I spot what I need. A half-burnt candle on the counter beside a broken drawer full of junk. I pull it the rest of the way open, then toss it onto the counter so I can rummage through it.
Once I find a half empty box of matches, I grab it and the candle and head over to the large bay window in the living room.
The curtains are heavy, sun-bleached and tattered, coated in years of dust. Kindling, waiting to burn.
I pull a match out of the box and strike it against the side, the flare of sulfur at the tip crackles in the dark. I light the wick and nestle the candle’s flame into the hem of the fabric. It catches instantly, fire licking up the tattered threads and roaring to life, engulfing the entire panel of fabric.
I turn, and walk back over to Wren, the orange glow from behind me lighting up her big, brown eyes. She’s watching the fire, mesmerized, as I scoop her into my arms and lift her.
Her head falls against my shoulder, tucked up under my chin, and a content sigh escapes her. Fuck, I love her like this. She’s so damn perfect, I can’t stop the endless obsession I have with her.
It's the way she trustsme, a fucking serial killer, so completely. With her safety, with her body, with her heart. It wrecks me in the most profound way.
“Ready to go home?” I ask her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
She nods. Her breathing steady, despite the flames rising behind me. I’m awe-struck that she’s so quiet in my arms, despite everything that’s happened.
She almost died. She witnessed me torture and kill the man that took her, let me fuck her in front of him while he died, with my entire body coated in the blood of her enemies.
Everything about me would make a regular person sick. But not my Wren. I never believed in soulmates until I met her, but I know without a shred of doubt that she’s mine.
I hold her tighter as I step out into the night. The flames crackle at my back, heat clawing at my spine. I walk the gravel driveway without looking back. The cabin behind us groans and pops, until half of the structure collapses in on itself.
I don’t look back, I just keep walking. When we reach the street, I turn toward the direction of my bike and carry her all the way there.
When we arrive, I set her gently on her feet. She looks up at me, studying me like she’s seeing something worth loving beneath all the blood.
“How did you find me?” she asks. “And so quickly?”
I meet her gaze while I grab the leather jacket I left behind. I hesitate for a moment, considering the truth and weighing it against a lie.
Even if she knows about the tracker, it changes nothing. I’ll never let her go. “I implanted a tracking device in your arm.”
Her eyes widen, then soften. “Oh,” she says, lifting her fingers to the spot I told her was a spider bite.
I nod once.
“You’re a psychopathic stalker, Dominic Kael.” Her lips twitch as a soft smile tugs at the corner of her lips. If this is some form of Stockholm syndrome, it’s making my cock hard.
“Yes,” I reply without hesitation. “And if you ever remove it, Ghost will find you just as fast.”
I hold open my leather jacket for her so she can slip her arms into it, the oversized black material swallowing her body. I tug it closed and zip it up with care, sealing her in.
She watches me with a touch of confusion as I swing my leg over the bike and slide into the seat. I pat the space in front of me.
She lifts a brow in question. “You want me to sit… in front of you?”
“Yes.”
A slow, wicked smirk curves her mouth. There’s mischief glinting in her eyes: teasing, dark, and uniquely her. “Make me, Daddy.”
My eyes flutter shut as lust rushes through me, sudden and overwhelming. My cock is instantly hard, my face tilting up as I take a slow, steadying breath.
“There’s a pattern forming here, little lamb,” I say, narrowing my eyes at her.
Her lips part with a breathy exhale, her eyes shining, her pupils expanding. She lives for this: the way I dominate her from a place of safety. Danger, filtered through my obsession and devotion.
