Page 26 of Stained In Sin (The Twisted Trilogy #1)

Dante

Evelyn lies bound in the backseat of my Mercedes. I didn’t cover her mouth because I want to hear what she will to say. She acts like she did weeks ago. Like she doesn’t fucking want me.

Too bad for her, she already had me. I won’t let her leave. My obsession with her has become an uncontrollable need. A need to make her fucking mine. Forever.

The performance she gave was undeniably hot, but she shouldn’t have done that. She will regret it, and she will never do it again. Not if I have anything to do with it.

She mentioned that she saw me with another woman. The fucking woman I despise. Lacey.

I was out sorting through some shit with Lucien about an upcoming job. I stayed close to Evelyn, so that no one would fucking try anything. Then Lacey comes up to me and hands me a fucking marriage contract. Signed by none other than my father.

I grip the steering wheel tightly, focusing on the task behind me.

Evelyn.

I drive until I reach one of our old compounds. We no longer use it, as we have a larger and more secure one now. I was going to take her to the club, but it would be too messy. Though the club would have been the perfect place to remind her of whom she belongs to.

We pull up the gravel path, and I look at her in the rearview mirror. She is fucking gorgeous. Even when she is helpless and her make-up is smeared all over her face. That’s my favorite sight to see.

I open her door and slide her out, placing her over my shoulder once more. She said she wasn’t scared of me. She has no idea how fucking cruel I can be— but I’m going to show her. She will regret trying to run. She will only belong to me.

* * *

I place her down on a metal chair in the middle of the cement room and bind her to it with rope. She doesn’t fight me. She fucking wants this.

The air smells stale and is cold enough to be uncomfortable. I want her to be fucking scared. I don’t know why she had this ability to make me into a soft man for her, but she reminded me of why I’m not soft. I’ll never be gentle and fucking caring.

I kill people. I take what I want. I don’t consider other people’s worthless feelings.

She stares at the ground between us. I lean back against the wall and cross my arms over my chest.

“Will you just kill me already…”

Her soft words send a chill down my spine, and my jaw tenses. I remain silent.

“P-please… just make it stop. I don’t want to play anymore…”

I let out a low chuckle.

“You think this is a game, princess?”

I make my way over to her and I tuck her hair behind her ear. Her eyes meet mine, and they resemble a dark forest awaiting the light of day. T here is no light here.

“Y-yes… I want to go home.”

“I might let you go home.” I pause, calculating my following words.

“If you promise to be good.”

She swallows as if her saliva has turned into honey. Her watery lashes flutter. She has hope. There is no hope here.

“O-okay…”

I smile at her and exit the room. I am going to fucking ruin her.

* * *

I sit in the office of the compound and watch the security footage on my phone. I left her there to simmer in her thoughts. I want to drive her crazy. It’s only been an hour. Within the hour, she yelled for help, cried, and now she is silent.

Psychological torture is my favorite form of punishment, especially before slicing someone open. They become weak and vulnerable. They will do anything to be set free. That is the catch. No one is ever set free.

After I am finished with Evelyn, she won’t be free. She will be mine. Forever.

I decide it’s time to fuel the fire in her once more. I like to see her when she is pissed off. It’s fucking hot.

I grab the marriage contract that Lacey brought me yesterday and storm out of the office. This should do the fucking trick.

I enter the space, eluding darkness. She looks at me, imploring me to see reason. Instead, I walk up to her and lift her chin gently, rubbing my thumb across her plump lips.

“This is for you.”

I hold the marriage contract in front of her face. The front of the file reads :

Voss Marriage Contract

She looks at me like I have lost my fucking mind— and I have. I flip to the next page, and her eyes scan the page, and I see her eyes swell with tears. The second page has a bunch of legal bullshit, but it’s the bottom of the page that she stares at.

The part that shows that I am to be wed to Lacey Harper in a few months. Lacey fucking signed it yesterday in front of me. Bitch.

“W-what is this?” Her voice is barely audible.

“You see. My father wants me to marry this whore.”

I walk over and lean against the wall across from her.

“The one you saw me with yesterday.”

Her tears roll down her cheeks. She is fucking perfect.

“Then why am I here….. why Dante!”

Her hoarse voice makes me smile. She’s fucking pissed.

“I have a better idea. That’s fucking why.”

I pull out a lighter from my pocket and let the paper burn in my hand. I let it fall to the ground between us. I storm back out of the room.

She can sit in fear for a while longer. I go back to the office to grab everything I need to make sure she is fucking mine.