Page 7 of Sinful Desires

I nodded in agreement. That’s exactly how I felt right now too. Hot, cold, hungry, full. The only one of us that seemed to be able to function on the drug regularly was Myles, and that’s because he did it so often, his body adapted to it.

As soon as we stepped outside, the cold air engulfed me in its embrace, and forced a breath of relief from my lungs.

The sound of owls hooting in the distance echoed in the cool, night air as they called to one another. A phone ringing broke the silence, slicing through the peacefulness.

I whipped my head in Hunter’s direction, who shot me an apologetic look as he fished his phone out of his pocket.

“Yeah?” He questioned into the device; annoyance laced throughout his tone. “I’m with the guys.” After a few seconds of nothing on our end, he groaned and ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “Fuck, Jess. Really?”

Collin and I exchanged looks and shrugged as if he didn’t have the slightest clue what was going on.

“We’re outside. Hurry up.”

Annoyance bubbled inside me as realization set in. “She’s coming?” I demanded. Instead of answering me, he just hung up the phone and inserted it into his pocket. I shook my head in disbelief and started booking it toward the parking lot, frustration clawing at my insides. Footsteps thudded from behind me, but I made no move of turning around to see who it was; frankly, it didn’t matter to me.

When I approached my Dodge Ram, I climbed inside and started the engine. Part of me worried about driving under these circumstances, but another part of me just wanted to get out of here and be by myself. My vehicle roared to life, followed by a steady hum. Myles was scrambling onto his motorcycle across the lot, his eyes glued to me.

Shifting in my seat, I looked over toward the building where Hunter stood, waiting for his slut. Collin was standing beside him with his phone pressed against his ear too.

I swear to God…if he fucking invites Madison, I’m going to strangle him.

I put my truck in reverse, and whipped out of my parking space, turning the wheel, and driving toward the front gate. My hand trembled as I rolled down the window and typed in the code that only a select few of us had the opportunity of knowing.

The loud engine of Myles’ motorcycle roared from behind me, and as soon as the gates opened, I was tearing out of there and onto the main road.

He was right behind me, not being slowed by the hassle of messing with the gate since it hadn’t closed yet.

Tightening my grip on my steering wheel, I veered right the first chance I got. Easing onto the gas pedal more, adrenaline coursed through me as the meter read one hundred.

Since we were on the backroads, it didn’t matter how fast we went. It was a straight shot down the road until we hit the intersection. Myles was an expert at navigating these roads since he took to them so often. My surroundings blurred as I applied even more pressure on the gas, and my hands started to cramp from clutching the wheel so tightly.

The urge to roll my window down and revel in the cool, fresh breeze as it attacked me was strong, but I was going so fast that didn’t seem like a safe option.

I spared another glance at the meter, my heart thudding vigorously beneath my ribcage. All it would take was for one slip up and my fate would be sealed.

With that thought in mind, I eased off the gas pedal and started slowing down. Dying in a car accident from being reckless didn’t sound all that appealing.

A ragged breath escaped me as I pulled onto the shoulder of the road. Myles was quick to follow, hobbling off his bike and removing his black helmet. A smug grin split his face as he approached my window, leaving me no choice but to roll it down.

“Well, that was fun.” He smirked, running his hands through his black hair to smooth it out. “Is your little temper tantrum over now?”

I scowled at him, my nails biting into the skin of my palms. He always knew exactly what to say to get under my skin. “Wanting to be alone is hardly throwing a tantrum.” I scoffed at the absurdity of that comment.

Myles had no room to talk about throwing tantrums. Anytime something pissed him off, he acted out and the rest of us had to clean up his mess. Every. Single. Time.

“Really?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, disbelief written into his features. “That’s what you’re going with?” A slow, humorless laugh left him. “Did you honestly think you could outrun me?”

I shrugged. “Maybe I was just hoping that you’d crash.”

He barked a laugh and shook his head. “If that’s your story. Anyways, where are we headed? You call the shots, right?” Mischief swirled within his blue eyes as he assessed me, egging me on.

My jaw ticked in frustration, but I didn’t say anything, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of another outburst. He got off on tormenting people. Whether that was emotionally, physically, or verbally. Myles was a sadist—sexual and otherwise.

I had left the school without a plan in place. So, fuck if I knew where we were going. We were out in the middle of nowhere, and our options were limited.

Unless we wanted to drive for the next hour in order to find some entertainment, there was only one place we could go. A place that welcomed us with open arms because of all the money we provided them with.

Myles’ mouth curled into his usual smirk as if he had the same idea. It wasn’t what I considered a good time, but the girls were nice to look at, and going there would cause relationship problems for Hunter when he took Jessica.

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