Page 8 of Stained In Sin (The Twisted Trilogy #1)

The Masked Man

I stand in the basement of our compound, looking at a dead man. Well, he’s not dead yet— but he will be soon enough.

His name is Kyle or some shit. He thought it would be really fucking clever if he tried to intercept a shipment from Alaric, Lucien’s father. It took me exactly two days to track him down and bring him back to get what he deserves. Death.

I’m not a good person, never claimed to be. I know what needs to be done, and I get it done. Simple. I never understood people who make up excuses. There are no excuses. Not whenever your life is on the line. If I ever make a simple fucking mistake, my father will skin me alive.

So, it’s simple—do it right the first time.

I have him chained to the wall on the side of the concrete room. The room smells of bleach and corpses. Sometimes we take care of them quickly; other times, we leave them here to rot.

He leans against the wall, his arms holding him up. He’s passed out. He has a gag in his mouth, and he has been stripped of all his clothes. He looks fucking pathetic.

“Wake the fuck up!”

He startles and rattles the chains as his head slowly rises. The gag muffles his pleas. I started gagging them after I had this one prick who kept fucking spitting on me. I held a blow torch to his mouth and watched his skin melt off. He had a Hell of a hard time spitting after that.

“Do you know why you are here?”

His eyes locked with mine. He knows there is no way out. There is no escaping me. He slowly bobs his head, yes. That’s the first. Usually, they will act like we got the wrong guy, but I never do. I don’t fuck up.

Usually, I would draw out the punishment and torture the fuck out of them until they admit that they were in the wrong, but a certain agitating woman has been infiltrating my thoughts lately. More so than before. The obsession is growing. Something that has never happened before.

I slip my gun out of my back pocket and stand 2 feet in front of the sorry bastard.

“I’m sorry, it’s just business.” I shrug my shoulders at him and pause for a moment.

“Well, not really. I’m not sorry. This is business.”

I pull the trigger and watch his brain matter splatter onto the wall behind him. He’s lucky. Usually, I like to skin them and show them what their insides look like. He, unfortunately, will never know what he looked like on the inside.

* * *

The water cascades over my body, removing the stench of bleach from my skin. The steam clears my sinuses, and I feel that familiar calmness take over. The calmness I get after taking someone’s life. There’s nothing that feels quite like it. The high I get from it is unmatched, usually.

Th ere was something about the way she reacted to my touch the other night that made my adrenaline spike. Rarely do I feel excitement. I’ve become too numb.

I thought I was going to kill her right then and there— but I didn’t. I could have easily taken away her air and removed her irritating presence from this world. I haven’t quite figured out why I didn’t.

She thinks she can keep running from me, but I am faster.

I am a hunter—an assailant. If I want to catch her, I can easily do so.

Then why haven’t you? The thought quickly bombards me.

I told myself I wanted her to give herself to me willingly, but I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up before I force her.

I know deep down she is battling with herself.

She wants to give in to the dangerous desires that inject fear into her veins.

I noticed the way she clenched her legs together when I grabbed her by her throat.

She fucking loved it. Maybe she didn’t want to, but her body knows what’s good for her— me.

I finish cleaning myself off and step out of my oversized shower and onto the heated tile floor, grabbing my phone to pull up the cameras.

I need to see what she’s up to. I have it set up so that everything is continuously recording.

I always go back and review the footage, making sure I don’t miss anything.

I check her bedroom, and she isn’t there, so I move on to the bathroom.

She soaks in her Jacuzzi tub. Her hair is thrown up into a bun on top of her head and her perfect tits peer through the top of the water, showcasing her erect nipples.

Blood rushes to my cock, and I suppress the groan that wants to slip as I watch her head arch back.

She is getting herself off— in the fucking tub. This is a first. She is a creature of habit. She always lies spread out on her bed. Never anywhere new. I wonder what she is thinking about. I send her a text.

Who are you thinking about? - D

I see her turn her head in the direction of her phone, and she adjusts herself to check it. Her brows furrow, but the blush that creeps up onto her cheeks is a dead giveaway. She is thinking about me. I see her typing a response, and I nearly choke when I read her text.

If I tell you that it’s you, will you leave me alone?

Absolutely not. How about I make your fantasy a reality? -D

You’ll have to catch me first.

Fuck. I stare at the screen as she sits on the edge of her tub, legs spread wide, rubbing herself sensually as she throws her head back in pleasure.

She is probably moaning loudly, but unfortunately for me, her cameras don’t have audio.

I needed them to be small enough that she would never be able to find them.

Even her family’s security didn’t see them. Fucking pathetic.

I stroke myself, watching how she brings herself to climax. She’s a fucking goddess. She rubs faster, coating her arousal over her smooth pussy. My balls tighten as I explode onto the tile below me.

I know she might not want to believe it, but she wants me.

Too bad for her, I think I might want her more— and that’s a dangerous thought.

I’ve never wanted anyone before. I have used them sure, but right now I fucking crave her.

I want to mark her. I want to ruin her. I want to be the only one who can bring her pleasure. I will make sure she belongs to me.

* * *

I sit with Lucien in his home office as we figure out why our father’s are such pieces of shit. We both despise them, but they made us who we are — ruthless. There is no other person on this planet I trust more than Lucien.

“So why have you been so secretive lately? Got something you’re hiding?”

He knows me better than anyone. He can sense that something is off, even before I do, half of the time.

“You could say that.”

“Well, what is it? It’s obviously consuming you.”

“It’s not an it. It’s a her.”

He looks at me as if I have lost my fucking mind.

“Excuse me, what? You— hiding a girl?”

“Well, I’m not hiding her. She is hiding from me.”

“You? Stalking a girl?”

“To put it mildly? Yes.”

“Jesus Christ. Somebody call the fucking priest. My friend has been possessed.”

I punch him in the arm harder than intended.

“Fucking stop. She is infuriating. She’s clouding my fucking thoughts. It started as a mission. A challenge. I wanted to ruin her and her stupid fucking morals, but now. Now, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.”

“Does she like you?”

My laugh explodes from my chest.

“She hates me. She wants to deny the fact that her body reacts to me. She craves me, but her immature brain tells her otherwise. I watched her masturbate, and she admitted she was thinking about me, though.”

“You did what? Why did she let you watch her if she hates you?”

“I watched her on the cameras I have installed at her house. I’m stalking her. Remember?”

“You have lost your fucking mind haven’t you?”

“Maybe.”

I might have lost my fucking mind— but I think it’s time I show my little princess just how far I will go to have her. She hasn’t seen anything yet.