Page 70 of Sinful Desires

“I figured you were enjoying the attention.”

My mouth kicked up at the corner. Did he honestly think that was going to offend me? “You’re right.” I sighed, sarcasm dripping from my lips. “I couldn’t live without being controlled and slut-shamed twenty-four-seven. Please, never stop.”

He rolled his eyes at my antics. “If you’re done being annoying, come on.” He motioned toward the door.

Hesitantly, I started toward it. “Where are we going?” I questioned as we stepped into the hallway. I’d assumed he was keeping me here. Unless he’d rather lock me up in that cell again. A shiver tumbled through me from the mere thought of going back in there.

When he didn’t answer, annoyance bubbled inside me, leaving me no choice but to follow him in silence. The hall was empty which gave me some emblem of relief, but that was short-lived when we reached the elevator, and he pressed the button to the top floor. I didn’t know anyone who lived up there.

Collin stood near the door with his arms folded, causing the muscles in them to bulge. An image of him slamming me against the wall slithered through my brain as electricity coursed through me. Once ridding myself of the arousal, anger took its place.

“Fuck you,” I thought out loud before I could even process it. My breath caught in my throat at my blatant stupidity, but then I shoved that down too, realized I meant it and wasn’t sorry for it. Fuck him. Fuck him with a double-edged sword.

His gaze flickered over me, but he didn’t seem phased by my little outburst. “Been there. Done that. Not impressed.”

I huffed out a laugh despite the weight on my chest from his admission. Instead of letting him see how weak it made me feel, I did what I knew best. Fight back. “That makes two of us then.” The lie tasted bitter on my tongue, but if he wanted to be a dick, then two could play at that game.

Before I could process what was happening, he moved in front of me, wrapping his hand around my throat and shoved me into the cold wall of the elevator. On instinct, my hand latched around his as a shield—even though I knew I couldn’t do anything about it if he really wanted to choke me.

He sneered down at me with disdain. “That’s not what you were saying when you were coming all over my cock.”

Heat flooded my body and I sunk my teeth into my lower lip. His gaze followed the action, causing my knees to weaken.

“Maybe I was thinking of someone else,” I lied. A slow smile stretched across my face. “Maybe I was thinking about Hunter.” His grip tightened and his eyes narrowed. Gasping for air, I started clawing at his hand. After a few seconds, he loosened it a notch, giving me permission to breathe in air again. “Did I hit a nerve?” I continued.

“You really do have a death sentence, don’t you?”

I didn’t. But I was slowly learning that maybe Collin could be fun to play with. He was fun to piss off and I was fairly certain he wouldn’t carve me up and leave me for dead like Myles would.

“You know,” I started again, slightly breathless from him constricting my air flow a while ago. “I like to be choked.” Without warning, I stepped forward and closed the distance between our bodies. His eyes widened in surprise followed by hunger. Groin to groin, I hooked my leg over his hip so I could feel him through his joggers. As expected, he was already hard.

As if coming to his senses, a look of disgust crawled across his face. Releasing my neck, he shoved me backwards. Hard. My head bounced into the wall causing pain to splinter up my neck and through my skull. With a pounding head, I worked to regulate my eyesight as he grabbed me by the arm and yanked me toward the opening once the doors dinged. Releasing me too soon, a gasp flew from my mouth as I stumbled and then inevitably fell on my hands and knees, the carpet digging into my palms, making them burn. Tears stung my eyes from the pain, but I refused to let them fall as I brought myself to my feet.

“Aspen…” he trailed off, snagging my attention. Guilt reflected from his eyes, but I didn’t give a shit anymore. “I didn’t mean—”

“I don’t even care,” I snapped. “You could have just told me not to and I would have stopped. That’s more that can be said for some of you.” When he grabbed my arm, I ripped away from him. I didn’t want him touching me at all anymore. When he made no move to start walking, I rolled my eyes. “Come on.”

He reluctantly obliged, leading the way down the hall. My knees burned with each step, but the pain grounded me and acted as a reminder.

I thought that if I’d just fucked Collin once and got him out of my system then I could move on just like always. There were a few things I hadn’t counted on, however. I didn’t expect him to fuck so good. Or that there was more to him that I found appealing. Like the way his eyes glazed over when he was aroused and how persistent he was. I’d started to like the attention from him. Collin had a way about him that was warm, welcoming. He made you feel like you were the center of his world when talking to you even if it was just a platonic conversation. I hadn’t counted on developing a crush. And that’s all it was. Still, it snuck up on me and made him more difficult to shake than just a casual hookup.

My thoughts were brought to a halt once we approached a door. Collin wasted no time before tapping his knuckles against the wood. When the door swung open, Foster revealed himself in nothing but a low pair of pajama pants and a toothbrush in his mouth. His hair was a mess, and fuck. He looked sexy.

My gaze roamed over him and my mouth watered as I took note of his hard, toned body. The boy was completely smooth too. Not a hair in sight aside from his head and armpits.

Collin cleared his throat in annoyance, and I realized that I’d just been caught checking Foster out.

“You can’t blame me for staring,” I retorted. “Have you seen him?’ I motioned to him unapologetically. Foster might have hated being touched, but he couldn’t prevent people from looking at him.

Foster shifted uncomfortably from the doorway, his mouth full of toothpaste still, so even if he wanted to insult me, he couldn’t. The thought that I might be making him nervous sent a tremor of joy through me. I wondered how far I could take it before he shut it down.

“Well, you’re spending the night with him so stare all you want. I’m sure he’ll love that.” I didn’t miss the sarcasm in his tone, but that wasn’t the part that had my thoughts jumping into a frenzy.

Shaking my head profusely, I started backing away. “Oh, hell no,” I objected. There was no way in hell I was going to spend the night with someone who viciously smashed a cigarette against my temple no matter how hot they might be. Collin grabbed my bicep before I had time to look for an escape route and he hauled me back toward them.

Foster stepped out of the way and ventured into what I assumed was his bathroom. My gaze snagged on the dark red comforter and my brows furrowed as I took in the gothic aesthetic. His room didn’t fit him.

“Oh,” Collin said as if remembering something, drawing my attention back to him. “If you want to win some brownie points from Foster, he loves being touched in his sleep.” He smirked.

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