Page 47 of Sinful Desires

She fought me all of the way to the soccer fields. Licking, trying to bite me, kicking—anything she could think of. But it was no use. What she didn’t know was that by her doing all of this moving around, she was grinding her ass into my already hard cock. Images of her naked and bloody entered my headspace and I had to ground my molars as an attempt to dispose of the fantasy.

“Little Dove,” I growled in a warning, my breath fanning against her ear. “Unless you want to repeat history, stop squirming against me.”

Her body froze instantly, followed by slight tremors slithering through her causing her to tremble against me. Burying my face in her hair, I inhaled deeply. The scent of spearmint and eucalyptus engulfed me, making my head spin.

“Do as I say and you won’t come to any harm tonight,” I assured her. “I would really hate it if I broke my toy too early.”

A soft whimper escaped her which contrasted against her whole ‘bad girl’ vibe she had going for her lately. But I liked the little sounds she made. Knowing that I was the only one who could make her feel this kind of fear was a satisfying feeling. Aspen was still my little canvas; she might have been a little scarred and worn out, but I didn’t mind it. There was always room for more art.

“I’m going to remove my hand from your mouth, and if you scream, I will punch you and then fuck you senseless. It will not be enjoyable…for you.” My breath fanned against the column of her neck, causing goosebumps to sprout along her delicate skin. “Understood?” She quickly nodded, causing me to frown at how easily she complied.

Part of me was hoping she’d fight me more or disobey me—anything so that I could punish her. The other part of me was relieved because it was easy for me to lose control. Being patient was key here. If it was revenge I desired, then it needed to be drawn out, calculated.

Dropping my hand, I spun the girl around to look at me. Her breathing came out in quick, short pants as her fear overwhelmed her.

I took this moment to get a good look at the girl standing before me. She still had the same long dark lashes I’d always adored. Freckles scattered across one cheek to the other, trickling across the bridge of her nose. The same freckles that used to make her look so much more innocent. Her bright green eyes bore into my dark blue ones—just the way I did when I took what I wanted from her all those years ago. She had refused to look away, forcing me to own up to what I was doing. That was the nail in the coffin, sealing her fate and the beginning of an unhealthy obsession. When she was removed from the house, rage consumed me. She was mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to torment. Mine to kill if I so pleased.

“Move,” I ordered, dropping my arm from around her waist. If she attempted to run, it would be stupid. I’d catch her in seconds. But maybe I’d let her get a head start so that I could really chase her.

“Where?” she whispered, looking around. “There’s nowhere to go.”

A grin captured my lips. “Oh yes there is.” Reaching forward, I tucked a strand of purple hair behind her ear, causing her to tense from the action. “Toward the woods.”

Her eyes widened and her face paled. “Myles, please—” she started to panic, but I was quick to cut her off, as much as I loved to hear her beg.

“Shhh. Remember what I said about listening to me?” I arched an expectant brow in which she reluctantly nodded.

Slowly, she turned toward the woods and started to move. Her legs trudged through the grass with every step she took, and I could tell she was dragging her feet on purpose.

“Faster Dove. I don’t have all night.”

She released a small breath of frustration as she picked up the pace, some of her fire reigniting. I couldn’t fight the grin that worked its way onto my face as I followed behind her.

Once we made it into the woods, darkness blanketed us. Reaching out, I grabbed the crook of her elbow, knowing she’d freak out once she realized what her fate for the night was. She tried to jerk away from me, but I tightened my grip, making her wince and she gave up.

Twigs and leaves crunched beneath our feet as we moved further and further through the trees. Eventually, all we could see was darkness. Not even the moon was brave enough to enter these woods. Since I’d been here a hundred times before, all I needed was my memory.

When the cellar came into view, she dug her heels into the ground and started fighting against me again. Lunging forward, I wrapped my hand around her throat, applying just enough pressure so that she could barely breathe, and I jerked her toward me, our faces inches apart.

“Don’t forget what I said, Aspen Palmer,” I ordered in a tone that held no room for arguments. “I’m a hunter. I like it when you fight, and it won’t end well for you.

Tears glazed over her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Defiant little thing.

“Fine,” she murmured. “Just…don’t hurt me.”

“Oh, I’m going to hurt you,” I promised her. “Just not tonight.”

I motioned toward the cellar, refusing to let her out of my sight. Sleep was calling to me and I needed to be at the gym first thing in the morning. She hesitantly obliged, striding forward. Once she approached the rusty old building, she wrapped her arms around her small body like that was meant to protect her or something.

“Open the door.”

“You’re going to lock me in here, aren’t you?” she questioned, her voice shaking just a fraction.

“Open the door,” I repeated, my patience running thin.

She sucked in a sharp breath before bending down and grabbing the handle.

“People are going to wonder where I am Myles. This isn’t smart.”

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