Page 74 of The Hallows Boys

I keep my steps soft once I’ve slipped through onto the carpet, watching as her chest rises and falls with the heaviness of sleep. Her face is shadowed from the moon shining through the open window, and all of her features are highlighted to show off her natural beauty.

Taking a seat at her vanity, I put my back against the tabletop and kick my shoes off quietly. I don’t plan on leaving until right before she wakes up, and I certainly don’t plan on letting her know I’m here, so I might as well make myself comfortable. I just need to watch her while I think.

While Becks was mostly wrong when he accused me of being jealous, he wasn’t completely off. Maybe I am a little envious that he got to feel her again, maybe I’m just as desperate as he is to hear her scream my name, maybe all of this could be solved if I let my cock do the thinking instead of more rational parts for once.

I’ve never been a big believer in the sayingkeep your friends close, and your enemies closer, but maybe that’s exactly what I need to be doing. What if holding Sage close, instead of pushing her away, will protect us more in the long run?

What if Sage Blackmore could be an asset instead of a threat?

What if, instead of torturing myself, I give in to my deepest desires and consume Sage in her entirety?

Shaking my head at the thought, I blow out a quiet breath as I continue to stare at her. Her blankets are all messed up, wrapped around her waist like a vice, her hair tied into a bun on top of her head that has grown messy with sleep. She’s still beautiful though, even with no makeup on and hair matted against her face. She’s a work of art – sent here to fucking torture me and my cock.

I stand up, walking silently toward her. She looks so fragile, lying there, unaware that her worst fucking nightmare is standing a foot away, watching her, able to do anything to her.

I risk trailing my fingers down her arm lightly, testing if she’ll wake up from my touch. When she doesn’t even stir, my cock fills with blood, becoming a rock in my pants. I could end her right here, save us all the trouble. Smear her blood across the walls of her bedroom for her grandmother to find in the morning. The image sends pleasure rushing through me, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.

I would give anything to get my hands messy with her blood, run them up and down her porcelain skin so there’s a trail of red.

Some might call me a sociopath, maybe even a psychopath, but they’d be wrong. I’m controlled, able to leash the monster inside of me until the appropriate time to let him free, like during the Hallows Games.

I went easy on Sage on Halloween, because I could see how much my friends had already grown to care for her, but that was a mistake. I should have tortured her, played with her, scared her. It gave Vinny and Beckham room to think I’m a soft bastard, when I’m not. I’m vile, evil, calculated, and malicious.

As I run my hands down the front of Sage’s body slowly, I keep my eyes on her closed eyelids just in case she wakes up, until I reach the blankets wrapped around her lower half. I tug them loose, freeing her little frame from the confines of the material and pulling them down to her feet so I can see the little panties she went to bed in.

She stirs, rolling onto her side and crossing her legs over one another, giving me the perfect view of her peachy ass. My teeth press into my lip as I admire her bare skin, trying to get control of myself when all I want to do is spread her cheeks and lick her like a fucking ice cream cone.

I reach over my head, grabbing the neckline of my shirt and pulling it off. Dropping a knee onto her bed, I lean over her and run my nose down her back until I reach her ass. I trail back up her body again, smelling her skin and feeling the warmth of her body radiating against my face.

She’s a heavy sleeper, it seems, not even stirring when my face skims across her neck and into her hair so I can breathe her in.

My dick is painfully hard in my pants, so I reach down and pop the button, then slide the zipper down to give it some more room. But it’s a mistake, because now that my cock is free to breathe, it wants a warm place to spend the night.

I push on Sage’s back with one hand, rolling her onto her stomach before I press my other knee onto the bed to straddle her. She breathes deeply, letting out a little groan that has me freezing in place. A satisfied grin tugs at my lips when she starts to breathe evenly again, falling back into sleep. I let my weight down on top of her slowly, sitting just below her perky ass on her thighs. Leaning forward, I run my hands along her back over her shirt until I reach the hem at the bottom. She sucks in a breath, but I keep going, moving downwards so I can squeeze the flesh of her ass.

I keep my touch soft, not wanting to pull her from sleep completely, at least not yet. I skim my hands along the soft skin of her ass cheeks, my hips flexing of their own accord when a flashback hits me.

Sliding the knife along her flesh, making my mark on the center of her back so everyone after me knows she’s mine. Her blood, sliding free from my initial, running down her gorgeous skin as she arches into her orgasm.

I’m desperate to see it, to feel it, so I slip my hands up her body again, this time underneath the thin cotton of her t-shirt so I can feel her skin. I reach just below her neck, tracing my index finger over theK.Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth I run my finger over the initial that will soon turn white and permanent on her milky skin.

My cock leaks precum as I continue to trace the scab over and over, begging me to rip her panties down and slide inside her right now. She stirs after the tenth time I’ve traced the letter, sucking a breath in sharply and twitching a full body jolt. I pull my hand back but lean my face forward until I’m in the curtain of her hair, right at her earlobe. “Wanna play, Little Rabbit?”

ChapterThirty

SAGE

Iwas deep into a dream about the cemetery once again, with fingers gripping my flesh and moving me like putty in their hands. It’s as if my body can’t move on its own as I plead and beg for the Hallows Boys to use my body. Until I hear the growl of his voice blare into my subconscious, finally pulling me from sleep.

“Wanna play, Little Rabbit?”

I’m on my stomach, my pussy aching and dripping, with Kaiden Thorne straddling my legs. His hard cock is laying on my flesh like a heavy weight, and a sick feeling churns in my gut when I realize I’m turned on by the fact he’s snuck into my room and touched me.

Then I remember what an asshole he’s been to me since Halloween, how he’s commanded Vinny and Beckham to leave me alone.

“Not with you,” I grumble, pushing myself up to try and get him off. He grabs the back of my neck with his strong hand, pressing me back down into the bed.

I moan, and he laughs. “Don’t lie to yourself, and definitely don’t lie to me.”

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