Page 95 of Sins and Virtue

God, I hope I don’t regret this.

“You can deny me. You can hate me, but can you deny what you feel? What your body wants. What you secretly crave? Tell me, Blair, what is your darkest secret? Your forbidden fantasy? The thing you want to be undone for?” Grave deep gravel radiates in his voice as he darts his tongue out and slips it up from my nape to the curve of my neck.

“You, I crave you.”

He rubbed his palm up and down against my cheek. “God. Kotyonok, you’re all I’ve ever wanted, and now, I’ll make sure no one else will have you.” he said as if he was engraving my fate. His hand slipped from my locks and waist as he arrived at the V-neckline. “The things I want to do to you. Where do I start?”

He tilted his head methodically, the ideas spiraling like rising flames in his eyes.

“Start…” My lips neared his, teasing a taste. “When you catch me.” I used all my force to push him off me and got to my feet and started running.

Playing with his need for me.

Toying with his tormented fetish for me.

If he wanted me, then he had to show me.

I dashed down the hill, feeling his imposing presence lurking not too far as he regained his composure and began to chase me.

Konstantin

Blair, Blair, Blair.

Her name played in my head like a heavenly symphony.

I clicked my tongue methodically, watching as she fell into the trap I laid for her. It was brave how hard she fought, yet it was only a matter of time.

And here she was, on a silver platter, laid out like a feast to be devoured. With one look, I was overtaken. With one word, I was enchanted, and with one taste, I was forever ruined. Just with the look on her face, it took me to heaven and back.

A chuckle slipped past my lips, memorized by the events, and now that I had a taste, I needed more.

Regaining my balance, I pushed my back off the ground; the grass provided a soft landing as I swiftly got on my feet and sprinted after her. The fibers of my muscle erupted with deathly desire. Attentively looking at her flee, her small back faced me, her brunette locks flowing in the wind gracefully, her curves shifted with careless seduction, while the small glances she threw over her shoulder fed my delusions. The world froze for a millisecond as everything disappeared, and the only thing that mattered was this moment.

Fuck.

Everything pressed “play” when she descended down the hill, getting further and further away.

But I wouldn’t allow it; the curve down the hill didn’t slow or stop me from reaching what I most desired— her.

Gaining the lost distance, she was so close until Blair ran into the chapel. I followed right behind her, stopping as she was nowhere in sight. The church was enveloped in darkness; whatever was visible was because of the light of dusk, making it appear ashen gray as the air was damp and cold. The eminent large columns of pillars were connected with stone-painted arcs.

I cautiously took a few steps as the noise echoed against the walls.

Suddenly, a shadowy figure moved out of the periphery of my eye.

I froze.

My chest pumped with the oxygen it was deprived of as my gaze meticulously glazed over the empty rows and the abandoned altar that only carried a large human-sized St. Andrew’s cross.

One small, enticing giggle came from the right side of the church.

My head snapped in that direction, predatory, slow, and patient as I waited for my little prey to reveal herself.

My lips twitched in twisted satisfaction. She thought that by delaying the inevitable, she could escape, but it was too late. I’d never let her leave me again. Not in this world or the next.

“Kotyonok,” I dragged out every syllable. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.”

Bleak moments of silence passed as she answered mischievously, “Never. If you want me, then try and get me.”