Page 7 of Fated Blood

The wave of shame burning through me turns into a wildfire. I turn and look through the hole at her in all her innocence. For the first time in my life, I’m looking at a woman I would reallyreallylike to ‘play’ with. All night long… See if her innocence can turn into something sultry.

She sees me looking and smiles, and the sweetness in that gesture makes me feel like a monster. I look away, ashamed even more when I realize my cock doesn’t care how innocent she is or that it shouldn’t be reacting to her like this. She needs protection, not lust. Maybe even protection from me.

“So would you play my daddy, or my husband?” she asks.

My brain tells me to screamboth…

“Maybe we should talk more about Monopoly…” I redirect her away from this conversation, watching as she sits on her knees and looks off in the distance with a thoughtful expression.

“I want to be the top hat!” she says then, a grin on her face as she locks eyes with me.

This is what I can do for this sweet girl, I can distract her from the horrors of this place for as long as possible. Even if that means we pretend to play Monopoly, and definitely not ‘Life.’

“I’ll be the car,” I tell her, and she claps with delight. If I had a car I could drive her away from this.

I swear I’ll get her out, if it’s the last thing I ever do.

“I hope you’re ready, Seb. I’ll show you no mercy. I’ll get Boardwalk and Park Place and you’ll lose!”

I find myself genuinely smiling. If only I could shut down the budding emotions I have for her, focus on escaping, this would be easier. If only I could shut out the soft lilt of her voice and the sweet laughter. If only my heart didn't feel as if it was swelling to be twice the size every time her blue eyes catch mine.

I’m a cold-blooded asshole, never feeling remorse for the things I do. So why am I now thankful that Angelica caught me? Why am I now somehow happy to be a prisoner, if only it means I’m a prisoner with Fayla?

Chapter3

Fayla

It’s becoming more and more obvious that Sebastian has never played Monopoly. I find myself laughing, actually laughing, as he tries to claim Sorin City on the board.

“Sorin City isn’t in Monopoly, silly!” I giggle, watching him smack his forehead in pretend shame.

I know what he’s doing, he’s trying to distract me and I’m letting him. Anything to keep him talking, anything to make me forget where I am. I find myself watching him through the hole when he isn’t looking, taking in the planes of his hard body. He’s only wearing underwear, and he’s hairy everywhere. I wonder if all that hair keeps him warm… I wonder if he could keep me warm with all that hair.

“Well, what cities are there?” he asks, feigning anger.

“You just tell me what number you get on the dice and I’ll tell you where you’ve landed.”

I swallow hard. I’ve never thought about touching anyone but Mother and Father. My stomach hurts, and I feel hot even though I’m freezing. My skin pebbles with goose bumps, but I can’t stop my eyes from roaming his body, regardless.

“How will I know if you’re cheating?” Sebastian asks, one of his eyebrows rising higher on his forehead.

My jaw drops. The eyebrow, the smirk? I feel like I’m melting. Is this what the hero looks like in the fairy tales Mother read to me? Is he what Prince Charming looked like to Cinderella? I lean closer to the hole as he stretches, his muscles rippling under his skin. He’s watching me watch him, and there’s something in his eyes… I don’t know what it means.

“I am my father’s daughter, I would never cheat!” I try to sound offended, but my voice comes out like a dry squeak. “He taught me how to be honorable!”

“Well, I’m my uncle’s nephew…” Sebastian starts, moving closer to the hole until only one rock’s width separates our eyes from one another. “And he taught me to win any way I could.”

All the moisture vacates my mouth instantly, and I cough in surprise. “How do you plan to win a game you’ve never played?” I whisper, trying to hide how nervous I’m getting.

Sebastian pulls away, and his hand comes through the hole and snakes around the back of my neck. His fingers slide up the back of my scalp, tangling in my hair.

“By any means necessary…” he says, and my heart catches on fire.

We talk until the sun goes down and we’re covered in deep darkness once more. Sebastian’s human and I know he needs rest. He yawns almost constantly and I can sense he needs sleep.

“How long has it been since you've slept?” I ask him as I can hear him stretch and his joints pop and crack.

“I can’t sleep down here,” he admits. “It’s too damn cold.”

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