Page 89 of Sinful Desires

“You could give me your shirt or something,” I suggested.

He just shrugged in response. “I kind of like you like this.” He smirked.

“It’s the least you could do,” I pointed out. “Don’t you think I’ve suffered enough for the last twenty-four hours at least?”

His smirk faded, replaced with the hard exterior of the monster lurking beneath. “No, I don’t,” he answered. “I don’t think you’ve suffered nearly enough.” My blood ran cold as his gaze slid over to me.

He released me so suddenly that I almost fell and had to grab on to the wall for support. He shrugged out of his jacket and wrapped it around me, helping me slip my arms through the sleeves. Once I was secured within it, he reached into the pocket and retrieved the same bag they’d put over my head yesterday before luring me here.

“Only because I don’t want anyone else seeing what’s mine.” Before I could object to that statement, he was pulling the bag over my head and clouding me in darkness.

Myles wrapped his hands around my hips as he stood behind me. The action caused me to tense, which had a dark chuckle rumbling through him and pulled me closer against him just to be an ass. It just had to be him who decided to come and set me free—his little dove as he liked to call me. As unnerving as that was, maybe there was a certain beauty in the message. Even if I ended up dead at the end of all this.

Blowing out a breath, I shook my head. The guys might have been a lot of things, but murderers weren’t one of them. There’s no way I slept with a cold-blooded killer and didn’t even know it. As much as a prick Collin was, it was still hard for me to picture him that way.

“What are you thinking?” Myles asked suddenly as if he could sense the wheels in my head churning.

“Have you ever killed anyone?”

He was quiet for a moment as the anticipation built. The only sounds were from us as we made our way through the building.

When he finally replied, I wasn’t entirely surprised by his answer.

“Yes.”

Before I knew it, I was safe and sound back in my room with Raven. Even though I got to see her yesterday, it still felt like it had been an eternity. Not only have I been incredibly busy being tortured and shit, but Raven has been MIA too, and I wanted to know why.

As soon as the door closed behind me, Raven’s head snapped in my direction, concern gripping her features instantaneously. She took me in, raking her gaze down my body.

“Where have you been?” she finally asked, propping herself up against her headboard.

Wetting my lips, I drifted over to my closet in silence. My heart thundered against my ribcage as I rummaged through my clothes. When I managed to find an outfit, I made my way over to my bed, her eyes never leaving me.

With a heavy chest, I sat the clothes on the edge of my bed and dropped the jacket letting it fall around my ankles. Her gasp was instant as she took in the names carved on my ass. Hesitantly, I turned around to show her the rest.

“They did this to you?” she asked in disbelief.

I just nodded. Heat burned the back of my eyes as the urge to cry became strong. I hated feeling weak, but I’ve been keeping this all bottled up for so long and seeing her and being able to talk to her made me feel vulnerable. I wanted to wrap my arms around her, bawl my eyes out, and apologize for what a shit friend I’ve been.

As if sensing this, she patted the spot next to her on the bed. I forced a half-hearted smile before tugging on the T-shirt I’d grabbed and pairing it with some athletic shorts before striding over to her bed and climbing on next to her.

“Tell me everything that happened,” she insisted. Her voice was soft as she spoke, like anything would break me.

I nodded. It didn’t take much convincing. I wanted to tell her more than anything. Plus, if I to her what I was up to, maybe she’d return the favor.

“Myles cut me up as you’re well aware of,” I began with a humorless laugh. “That same day, I punched Foster.”

This time it was her turn to laugh. “Oh, I know. There are enough videos going around about that incident.” She snorted in amusement. “It was fucking epic.”

A genuine smile graced my lips, but then it faded almost as fast as it had appeared. “Yep. Then they kidnapped me after the fight and dragged me to some fucked up torture room where they…tortured me.”

Her lips parted in shock. “Wait what?”

“Apparently, there’s a dungeon with a torture room somewhere underground. Through a tunnel or passageway, I’m not sure which.”

“Do you know where it is?”

I sighed and shook my head. “No. They put a bag over my head.”

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