Page 28 of Stained In Sin (The Twisted Trilogy #1)

D & E

Dante

The office door slams shut behind me. I rush over to the wall and slam my fists into it repeatedly. My knuckles aching and bloodied— but I don’t stop. I can’t fucking stop.

I almost lost control. I nearly killed her. I wanted to sink my knife into her delicate throat and watch her beg me to stop. I wanted to ruin her—to kill her. Then no one else could ever have her.

Then she looked at me with those haunting eyes. The flame inside me sparked to life—the flame that started my obsession. She infiltrates my mind. She’s fucking addicting.

I don’t feel bad that I carved my name into her perfect flesh. I needed her to have a permanent reminder of who the fuck she belongs to. Now she can never forget.

I started lightly, but I got carried away. The way her legs clenched together as I brought her pain. She fucking loved it. I didn’t cut her deep enough to cause any real damage. Just enough that the scar will never fucking fade.

I press my forehead into the cool cement wall and clench my fists. What t he fuck has she done to me?

I walk over to the desk and pull out a cigarette from inside. I don’t normally fucking smoke, but I need to after that. I pull out my lighter, sparking the cancer stick to life.

The smoke fills my lungs, burning yet calming. I release a cloud of smoke as I look at her on the camera. The look of defeat settled on her face. She gave up. She is mine. Forever.

My phone rings, interrupting my view. Lucien’s name flashes across the screen.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“Where is Evelyn?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Silas told me how pissed you were.”

“OF COURSE I’M FUCKING PISSED!”

My blood boils. The fucking audacity.

“You didn’t kill her, did you?”

His tone has changed. He sounds like he is trying to talk me off the ledge, but I’ve already jumped off.

“Not exactly.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Let’s just say that she is physically alive.”

“Don’t do anything fucking stupid. You know if she’s gone, you’ll have to be with Lacey.”

Her name makes my skin fucking crawl. I cringe at the thought.

“Trust me. She will never be gone.” I end the call and look at her through the feed. It’s not the same. I want to be in her presence.

I stand up and walk out of the office. I’ll never kill her. She belongs to me. I protect what belongs to me.

* * *

Evelyn

The chill in the air feels threatening, as if the darkness has come to take me one last time. You’re not dead.

The sound of footsteps comes again. His chaotic energy surrounds me. He doesn’t appear calm and collected. He seems distraught, as if he is battling with himself internally.

His dark hair is messy, and blood streaks through it. His knuckles appear to have fresh wounds. He’s weak right now. You’re breaking him.

He goes behind me and grabs my wrists. The duct tape pinches against my skin. I feel the cold metal brush against my skin, and my wrists are free. I roll out my wrists, feeling sensation return to my fingers.

He moves to kneel before me, and he slices through the tape binding my ankles together. All that remains is the rope and the gag. The gag is full of reminders that I am nothing. My voice means nothing. He can take it all away if he wants. He could have killed you, but he didn’t.

He looks upon me from his crouched position. He takes his finger and trails it over the scars he has given me. I wince at the sting. It fucking burns. I bite down hard on the gag, and he chuckles.

The sound makes me want to crawl out of my skin.

“If I let you go,” he pauses, tracing the blood down my stomach, “will you run?”

His tone is daring. He wants you to run. He wants to catch you.

I shake my head no quickly.

His brows pinch together, confused by my answer.

“Interesting.”

He stands and removes the gag from my mouth.

“Why not?”

I swallow, my mouth is dry and rough. I don’t speak. I don’t know why I won’t run. Yes, you do.

He throws the tray across the room, sending the knives flying onto the ground. The sound is jarring as the metal clanks to the floor. My chin trembles. He cups my face in his hand, and he brings his face inches from mine.

“You’re mine, princess.”

“Tell me you’re mine.” His demands are dark and spoken in his low, raspy voice.

Tell him. He will let you go.

Pressure builds behind my eyes as I let the words slip shakily from my mouth.

“I-I’m… yours…”

He grins at me, as if he didn’t just dig a knife into my skin. He leans in and darts his tongue out, licking up my cheek, ridding it of my tears. Warmth travels down my spine and into my core. His touch shouldn’t feel so good. He’s cruel. He isn’t cruel. He wants you. All of you.

He grips my hair, tilting my head to the side, exposing the bare flesh on my neck. He licks his lips, and he bites down on the sensitive skin. A whimper escapes me as he claims me further. You love his touch. You need him. He makes you feel good.

He pulls his mouth from my neck, hovering above the assaulted area as he whispers, “Fucking perfect.”

His words of praise make me feel like I’m falling, falling for the man who made me bleed. He made me bleed for him.

He stands and walks behind me, slicing through the rope. It falls to the ground, and I go to stand, but my legs are sleepy from sitting for so long. My knees buckle, and I stumble into the wall in front of me. I turn around, resting my back against the wall.

Dante stands behind the chair, leaning his hands on the back of it, watching me closely. My nipples harden under his gaze. His stare is full of lust.

I move my arms up to cover my chest, and I wince when I graze the tender flesh below. My skin is on fire.

“Go ahead, princess. Run.”

I move my legs, pins and needles shooting up them with each step. I can’t run fast right now, but I have no fucking choice.

I rush through the building, my pulse throbbing in my ears, as I make my way to the front door. I push through the door, noticing the security system must have been disabled. He won’t let you escape. He is going to catch you. Stop running.

I run out onto the gravel, pain erupting with each step, but I don’t slow down. I steal a glance over my shoulder. He’s not following me. He didn’t follow me. I run into the woods and keep running. I can’t go back. Yes, you can.

I run until my body can no longer take it. My lungs burn, and my legs ache.

I lean my back against a tree, and I slide down the tree. Trying to catch my breath. I cover my chest and rest my head on my knees. My thoughts overtake me once more.

You shouldn’t have liked the way he tortured you.

But you did.

You shouldn’t have gone to the club.

But you did.

You should have stabbed him.

But you didn’t.

Why didn’t you fight harder?

Because you want him, you crave him.

No, you don’t.

Yeah, you do. He is the only one you want.

Why did he have a marriage contract?

That doesn’t matter. He burned it. He wants you.

He chose you .

And I chose him.

I close my eyes and rest my head against the tree. The sounds of the forest soothe me.

* * *

Dante

She ran so fast. Too bad for her—I have cameras set up outside the building, as well as in the forest that surrounds us. We had a few encounters a while back where people went to escape. Now, we have covered all our bases.

She sits about a half a mile into the woods. She should have run down the gravel pathway if she really wanted to escape. What she doesn’t know is that this was a test. A test she passed.

She still wants me. She still fucking craves me. Even after I engraved my name into her skin, her body still reacted to my touch.

I slip my phone into my pocket and head outside.

I make my way to her location. She is sitting out of view from the cameras in the area, but I know this place like the back of my hand. There is nowhere she could hide that I wouldn’t be able to find her.

I pad, avoiding as many leaves and sticks as I can. It’s approaching winter, so she is probably freezing out here without a shirt. The thought sends blood rushing to my cock.

I continue my hunt as I approach her location.

I glance around from side to side, scanning my surroundings, when I see her about fifty feet away, resting against a tree. She looks like she passed out.

She could have. Adrenaline crashes can be fucking rough. I knew she wouldn’t make it far. She had no shirt, no phone, and no clue where to go.

I walk towards her, using trees as my shields. I step only when the wind rustles the leaves on the forest floor. Her head jerks up, and I am only about 10 feet away from her. It’s as if her body can feel my presence stalking behind her.

She swiftly stands up, looking around the woods.

Her breasts sway perfectly, and her stomach is stained with blood. Our blood.

I decide now is my chance, and I sprint towards her. She spins to look at me, but not before I tackle her onto the forest floor. She lands on her back, and I press the weight of my body into her. Grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head.

She looks like a goddess right now. She wiggles beneath me, trying to free herself. I tighten my hold on her wrist, and her body melts onto the ground beneath us.

My cock hardens at the sight. Her eyes trail up and down me as she licks her lips. Her chest rises and falls quickly. She has a needy look in her eyes.

I lean down, taking her breast into my mouth. I suck and tease her nipple. A strangled moan emerges from her throat.

I release her breast and trail my tongue up her chest, pausing when I reach her neck. I fucking need her. I whisper against her skin, “I’m going to fuck you, princess.” I plant a kiss on her neck. “You belong to me.” I crash my lips to hers, and it feels like a violent storm.

I take her bottom lip and bite down until I can taste her blood. She tastes so fucking sweet.

I break the kiss and move to my knees, pulling her leggings down her legs. She lies on the ground, bare for me. I slide my phone out of my pocket and take a picture of her. Fucking gorgeous.

I toss my phone and spread her legs further, exposing her to the elements. I glide my fingers up her folds, spreading her arousal. She’s so fucking wet .

She whimpers when my hands leave her. I undo my belt and slide my pants down, freeing my erection. I swipe up her folds and coat my length in her arousal.

I groan as I stroke myself before her. She is the reason I have no control over myself. She is my fucking weakness. The way she fights me. The way she fucking looks at me. The way she bleeds for me. It makes me fucking weak.

I bring the head to her entrance, and I slide myself in. Her warm pussy welcomes me as her walls tighten. She lets out a moan as her back arches. Her perfect nipples are erect. She’s fucking perfect.

I slam into her, and she throws her head back in pleasure.

I pound into her, watching the way her body reacts to me. The way her moans call to me. She enchants me.

I snake my fingers through her hair and tug her head back as I pick up the pace. Her moans become more frequent as her body begins to tense. I know she’s fucking close.

“Who do you belong to?” I grunt through gritted teeth.

“Y-you,” she moans.

“I b-belong to you, Dante.”

She shudders around my cock. It swells in response, and I explode inside of her, pumping her full of my cum.

I press my forehead into hers. Our heavy breathing fills the air around us, as the smell of sweat and pleasure laces around us.

“You’re fucking mine.”

I pull myself out of her and put myself away. She sits up and grabs her leggings. She slides them on and crosses her arms over her chest, looking down at the ground.

I slide off my shirt and toss it to her. She gives me a small smile as she pulls it over her head.

She looks back at the ground, and I step into her, lifting her chin. She looks up at me with sparkling eyes. I kiss her plump lips softly, and sh e melts into my touch.

I pick her up and hurl her over my shoulder, knowing that her fresh wounds probably sting like a bitch— but I don’t care. She likes the pain.

I wish I could keep her with me tonight, but my fucking father decided that I have to go out on a job tomorrow. This one is local. This one is going to be fucking personal. I know it.