Page 45 of Stained In Sin (The Twisted Trilogy #1)

Dante

It has been a month since we had dinner at her parents’ house for the first time.

It went better than I expected. Evelyn has moved in almost all of her belongings.

She didn’t say what she spoke to her mother about, but I know it was something real.

She came downstairs with less make-up than before, and she seemed relaxed.

My days have felt whole, waking up to the sight of my little princess curled up on my chest. She tries to get up for coffee almost every morning, but I always convince her to let me have my way with her first. She is addicting.

A drug that I could never overdose on. I take her to class when I can, and I spend my evenings curled up next to her or buried inside of her. God, she is so fucking perfect.

The worst part has been when I have to meet Lucien for work-related matters.

We have handled the transition of power seamlessly, and while I am grateful for that, we are in the process of adding more guys to our team.

It seems like every guy thinks he has what it takes, and then breaks at the slightest bit of pain.

We have set up a series of tests for them to complete. Our fathers used to take us out into the field to prove our worth. We aren’t like them, though. We want guys who want to be here, ones who are hungry for blood.

We have successfully hired two men, Jared and Ronan.

They both grew up in the slums and know how to get their hands dirty.

They have no other affiliations, and they are both young.

Jared is 17 and has been on his own since he was 14, and Ronan is 20.

He has been in and out of foster homes his entire life.

They both are looking for a purpose in life, and they completed our tests with speed and no complaints.

We are looking to add more, but haven’t found any more that make the cut. I step out of my car at the compound, ready to meet Lucien and the new guys.

“Long time no see,” he calls out to me from the side of the building, giving me an evil smile. I walk to meet him and shake my head.

“Let’s get this over with. I have other things I could be doing that are more important.”

“Yeah, like burying your cock in Evelyn.” His laugh booms in the air.

“Yeah. That is one of them.”

He shakes his head, smiling at me like a prick.

“How is she not pregnant yet?”

His question is valid, considering I never pull out of her sweet cunt. It just feels too good to stop now.

“She’s on birth control dipshit.”

“You know that’s not always effective, right?”

“Yeah, I know, but it has been so far. Worry about yourself.” I dismiss him as I unlock the door and head inside.

We meet the guys in the office. They are sitting down, looking like lost puppies.

“Here is your first assignment.” I slide over one envelope to Jared and one to Ronan.

“Jared, you will handle Lucien’s side of the business, and Ronan will handle my side. Got it?”

They flip through the information and close it once they finish.

“Yes, sir.” Ronan is the first to speak. Jared nods in response.

“Don’t call me sir. Call me D.” I smile as I reach my hand out to shake their hand.

“Call me when it’s done.”

With that, Lucien and I walk out and go our separate ways. I have a surprise for Evelyn today. One she will never see coming.

* * *

I sent Evelyn a text when I left the compound, instructing her to get dressed in her favorite outfit and giving her an address and a time to be there. She was asking me a lot of questions, and I gave her nothing.

I still think about the time I ambushed her in the woods, and I was the only one she was thinking of: no one else, just me. Tonight, I am going to make her nightmare a dream. I will hunt her and she will run. She will know it’s me, but panic will still infiltrate her mind.

I gave her the address to a piece of property my father owned for years. It’s vacant and he never used it, making it the perfect place to hunt my little princess in the open.

The GPS will direct her along the main gravel road, leading her directly to a flat clearing just before the trees. I, however, am taking an alternate route. This will put me on the other side of the trees so that she can run right into my trap.

I put my car in park, making sure I have everything I need: duct tape, lube, and my mask.

I slide the mask in place—her favorite one.

I know that when we first met, she was intrigued by what was behind the mask.

It made her feel free. As if she could give in to any desires she had, and no one would know.

I open up my phone and check her location. She is parked and waiting. I go to her contact and press call, and can’t help the smirk overtaking my lips.

“He, where are you? There is nothing here?” Her innocence has my cock twitching in my pants. I speak in a low tone.

“That’s where you’re wrong, princess. Something is here… or someone.”

She is probably looking around, waiting for me to show myself, but that would take away the fun of hunting my prey.

“Where are you?” Her tone is now breathy and fearful.

“I thought we could play a game. Remember when I cornered you in the woods while you were alone,” I continue with my voice dark and raspy, “you were so scared and wet for me. Remember?”

I can hear her breathing heavily on the other end of the phone.

“Y-yes.”

“I held myself back that day, don’t you think?”

“Yes,” her voice is barely audible.

“This time I won’t.”

Her breathing quickens.

“Run.” The words flow out of my mouth cold and dark.

The line goes silent as I know she took off in a sprint.

I check her location to see that she brought her phone with her.

That would be smart if she were worried about getting lost, but stupid if she didn’t want me to find her.

She starts heading toward the dense thicket, not slowing her pace. It’s showtime.

I step out of my car and grab my tape, stuffing the small bottle of lube in my back pocket.

I slowly make my way through the trees and lean against a larger tree that surrounds a small clearing in the middle of the forest. I listen as I hear the sound of crunching leaves and snapping twigs in the distance.

The sounds get closer, but then they stop. I peer out from behind the tree, seeing her standing there in her gorgeous outfit. She must have ditched her heels. Smart girl. She scans the woods looking for movement.

He r hair curled in soft Hollywood style curls, and stops just below her perfect tits.

Her dress is an ivory silk spaghetti strap slip dress.

One of my fucking favorites. Her nipples peaking through the thin material sends a surge of blood rushing to the head of my cock.

I adjust myself, and I hear a crunching under my combat boots. Fuck.

She snaps her head in my direction and spots me lurking in the shadows. She bolts to her left, and I follow, taking long, powerful strides. She can’t escape me.

I close the distance between us quickly and I tackle her to the ground.

She lets out a wail as her body hits the forest floor, and she starts kicking and screaming.

I put my knee on her back and push her dress up, revealing her perfect ass.

I slap it, and she cries out. I tear her underwear off and force it into a ball.

I grip her hair from the back and lean down next to her ear and whisper the words I know my baby loves so much.

“Your such a good slut.”

She whimpers as I force her underwear into her mouth.

I peel off a piece of tape and trap her panties, muffling her cries.

I stand and hurl her over my shoulder, returning her to the clearing near where I was waiting.

I bring her back to the ground, and she doesn’t fight me.

She looks up at me through watery lashes, as her chest rises and falls with quickness.

I bend down and take her wrists together, securing them in front of her with tape. I quickly undo my belt and allow my erection to spring free. Her eyes devour me as I kneel between her parted legs.

I glide my hand up her thigh and onto her sensitive folds, glistening with arousal. I slide the wetness up to her clit and move in soft circles, her eyes growing heavy as she moans behind the makeshift gag.

“So fucking perfect,” I praise.

I line my pulsing cock up to her entrance and plunge into her, as I pin her secured wrists above her head.

I pound into her relentlessly as she we lcomes me in, tightening around my length.

Her body shudders under me as she comes undone.

I love the look on her face when she has an orgasm. It’s addicting.

I pull out of her, not quite finished with my plan.

I roll her onto her stomach, propping her ass high in the air and I give it a brutal smack. She pushes back into me. Fuck. She is such a slut. My slut.

I pull out the lube from my pocket and pour the cool liquid over her ass, rubbing it around her tight hole. I insert one finger into her ass as she moans again. I pull out my finger and replace it with my cock. I can feel her stretching to accommodate my length. She is so fucking perfect.

I ease in and out of her, giving her a moment to adjust before I take her how I want her.

I pick up the pace, as she slams her ass back into me. Fuck.

I feel my orgasm building as her moans carry me away.

I feel my balls tighten, and I spill into her, allowing her to take every last drop.

Her legs shake as she holds still against me.

I slowly pull out of her and fasten my pants.

I remove my mask and roll her onto her back, peppering her with kisses from her hips up to her neck.

Her eyes are heavy, and her arms are slack.

I flip out my knife and break her hands free, then I remove the tape from her mouth.

Fresh tears spring onto her eyes from the sting. She spits out her underwear, and I give her a sinister grin. I scoop her up into my arms as we remain silent. I carry her to my car, knowing that she is spent. My eyes rake over her perfect body as she melts into my chest. I kiss her head.

I would tell her that she is mine again, but no matter how many times I tell her she is mine, she never understands why I picked her.

It’s not that I picked her— She picked me.

She does things to me that no one has ever been able to do before.

She tames the monster lurking inside of me.

She lures away the demons swarming inside my head.

One thing is for sure— Evelyn Blackwell will always be my weakness.