Page 36 of Tortured Soul
His gaze landed on me.On her.
My claws dug deeper.
He wasn’t in a cabin in the middle of the Arizona wasteland anymore. It was his home. The large shed that his parents built in their yard to give him privacy before he could finally move out.
“Lory?” he asked, jaw slackening.
I only smiled, taking a tentative step forward.
“I texted,” I said shyly. “My parents are out of town for the night. I thought you’d answer and join me but—”
“I didn’t hear my phone…” His shoulders started to relax. I held my control over his mind.Open the door, I thought.Let me in.
“I figured, you always keep your phone on silent.”
He exhaled slowly, taking me in. “Right, I—do you want to come in?”
My smile widened into a grin. “I’d love to.”
“Why do I feel like I missed you when we saw each other this morning?” he panted in between kisses, his hands firmly attached to my ass.
I was caged between this twisted man and his cabin door. But I didn’t care. Because as twisted and bad as he was, he was still technically innocent and untouched, and his life force wasstrong. Stronger than anything I had in a long while.
I needed this. Especially if being in the camp was draining me faster.
“Fuck, Lory…I—Do you still want to wait?”
Would it sound suspicious if she suddenly changed her mind? Probably.
“I—Wehaveto. We promised,” I said, raking my nails on his shoulders, moaning into his mouth when him grinding himself against my stomach sent a burst of energy through me.
“Tie her up. Fuck her good. She’s just fighting it for show, she’ll like it,”he thought to himself.
His grip on my ass tightened and the next second, my legs were wrapped around his hips.
“No one has to know,” he said. “That’ll be our secret…”
I let out a long, conflicted sigh and he bit my lower lip. “I’d know…It wouldn’t be right…We’ve—”
“I love you,” he continued, pulling my core against his hardened length. “That makes it right. I’m tired of just touching you through our clothes, Iwantyou. Come on, Lory…For once, I just want to actually feel how wet you are. How tight you feel, how—”
He groaned and stilled against me. The moan that came out of me had nothing to do with pleasure or his words, but with his sudden, probably unplanned, orgasm, which released a final burst of his energy so strong that I would probably have collapsed if he wasn’t holding me up.
Why did he come? Were my pheromones already too strong? My hold on his mind was deep, but I didn’t even amplify his lust…
“Fuck, I’m so tired of this,” he said in my neck. “This keeps happening because you take too much time to make up your mind.”
Huh?
“You keep riling me up for nothing and when you’re about to say yes it’s already too late. Why won’t you just spread your damned legs from the start, huh?”
Oh.
He was even worse than I thought, then.
“I’m—”
A loud scream from outside interrupted me. Abrokenscream. Pained moans.
