Page 32 of We The Depraved

After I set the ingredients aside, I venture back out to find my future bride. Yes, it’s strange to think that Sage is destined to be my bride. By the end of the week, she will be mine in the eyes of God and Texas.

I find her looking at a painting my mother did. When she passed, I’d had them framed and hung here.

“Talented artist,” she slurs just a little.

Taking her by her arm, she tries to wrench away. “My mother painted them.”

She looks back at them. “There’s a sadness to this one.”

It’s a painting of a shack, water dripping off the tin roof. It’s in a sea of nothingness.

“You need a bath,” I tell her.

Analyzing my mother’s paintings isn’t what I want to do. Sage reeks of alcohol and her eyes are still red and glassy. She’s sobering up but a hot bath will help.

She shakes me off.

“If you wanted to see me naked,” Sage begins to peel her clothes from her body.

First the black tank top with sequins zig zagging in some sort of zebra print pattern goes flying by my head. I don’t flinch at the sight of her taut body. The black bra has her breasts sitting high and waiting for attention.

My attention.

My dick is stirring to life.

She pushes me then.

“Like what you see?”

I clear my throat and snatch her hands up in mine. “Stop.”

“Or…”

“Or I will fuck you, Sage,” I say quietly.

A storm is building up between us. I want to get my dick wet like I’m a seventeen year old, instead of a grown forty two year old man.

My fingers dig into her wrists. “No one will hear you scream, Kitten. It’s just us here. All the ranch hands have gone home.”

Fear dances into her eyes and I like it. It’s cruel but I can’t help it.

“Do it,” she says bravely.

I shake my head unsure of her words. “What?”

She steps in closer. “Fuck me. Like you promised you would in your mansion.”

My foot rocks back and I nearly stumble. Her words have shocked me just a bit, I admit. They’ve turned me on even more.

“Sage,” I say warning her.

Her hands shove me again.

“No,” she licks her lips. “It’s been a while for me, with a man. Fuck me, Niki.”

That’s it.

Lightning has struck the ground between us. I nod and my hands rip the bra from her body, but I don’t stop and take the time to enjoy her body. No, I need her completely bare. The couch is behind me, and I find myself with my hand wrapped around her throat.