Page 23 of Temptation
I gritted my teeth when her eyes shuddered closed. She threw her head backward, enjoying what he was doing to her.
Poison. She fed me poison, and I gladly took it, only to end up here.
I wanted to save her, but she chose him.She fucking chose him.
I thought my heart already broke when she ran away from the library, but this now… This was real heartbreak. The beast roared in my chest, demanding that we claim what was ours—what always was ours—but I couldn’t move.
I couldn’t fucking move because my eyes weren’t only frozen on her, on my angel. My body was a traitor, it always was, but I never thought it would betray me like this. I never thought I would look at her and him and see something else apart from the betrayal.
Dylan’s back was turned to me, kneeling in front of her, but the desire to march up there and throw him away from her was quickly getting replaced by something else. Something vile. Something I didn’t want to think about, but it was the only thing on my mind.
Somewhere along the way, he lost his shirt, showing his naked back to us, and I bit down on a gasp escaping from me as his muscles constricted with every movement he made. Even from this distance I could see the three scars running down the length of his back, and a shudder ran over me, thinking of all the ways he could’ve gotten those.
Stop!I yelled at myself.You can’t feel compassion toward him. Look at what he did. Think about everything he’s going to do to Skylar.
But I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t help myself or fight the pull toward him—toward them. I couldn’t help but think if the monster was, in reality, a victim. A puppet for those stronger than him. I couldn’t stop staring at the blond hair or at Skylar who kept looking at me.
Why couldn’t I stop staring at him?
Why did I suddenly feel like I had to go to them? Not only Skylar, but to this boy, this man I wanted to hate—a man with angry scars on his back, who held more secrets than this entire town.
I pressed my hand over the cut through my right palm, trying to stop the bleeding, but the thumping of the music, the moans, screams, laughter, and whispers echoing around me moved something inside of me. My vision became hazy, my breathing chopped, and I pressed my bloodied hand against my chest, feeling the fastthump-thump-thumpof my heart against my palm.
I looked up at Skylar again, at her hand grabbing Dylan’s blond hair, holding him close to her. My skin itched to go there. The clothes I had on were too tight, too suffocating, and I tore the knot at my neck open, letting the cape fall to the ground. My dick throbbed, begging, screaming at me, but I tried to calm it down.
I tried to calm it down, because I didn’t know who it throbbed for—Skylar, Dylan, or both of them?
I palmed myself through my pants, a moan escaping my lips as Skylar’s eyes dropped lower where my hand was. Her mouth opened wider as if she could feel me in her again.
I snarled and pulled my hand away, taking a step back. Getting away from them was what I needed to do, but I couldn’t move away from the scene in front of me. I couldn’t stop looking. I couldn’t stop imagining what it would feel like to go up there, to drag my hands over his back, over her legs, over the soft, soft skin on her thighs, leading toward her center.
Would she be wet and dripping, ready to take us both? Would she want us both? Would she want me when I told her that I wanted not only her but also her brother? Would she feel sick that I wanted them both, that I wanted to see them both on their knees, sucking me, lapping at me like two people starved? Would she still kiss me if I kissed her brother? Would she still look at me the same when I told her about the plan I had?
Would she love me when I told her that she was supposed to be collateral damage?
In reality, the only collateral damage here was me. I was losing the grip on reality, on everything I worked for. Desire swam through my system, and need, goddammit… I needed them. Not only her, but him as well.
I wanted to wrap my hands in those short blond strands of hair, bring him to me, press him against me so that he could feel everything I felt. Time stood still. Nothing else mattered when he stopped what he was doing to her and turned toward me.
The first time I saw him was at their house, when I wanted to visit Skylar. Anger like nothing else I ever saw blazed in his eyes back then. But beneath that anger, beneath the tough persona he was trying to convey, something else swirled.
Something that called to me. Something that made me almost forget what the main goal was.
I climbed to Skylar’s room back then, worked up, angry at my reaction.
I wanted him. I wanted this enigmatic, blond man, who reeked of violence and secrets. I wanted his secrets. My teeth itched, needing to clamp down on that pale, white skin on his neck. To devour him, to push him against that door, just how I pushed Skylar against the wall a couple of minutes later.
A hand landed on my leg, pulling me back from my memories, and I looked down to see a girl crawling on all fours. Desire swirled in her irises, and I knew what she wanted.
What everybody else in this room wanted.
Release.
Oblivion.
My gaze traveled up, landing on Skylar and Dylan who were both now standing and looking at me. Both of them with anger written all over their faces, and both of them clenching their hands next to their bodies. My lips pulled up into a smile, loving the burning anger shining from the two of them.
I looked down at the girl with a mask on her face and nodded. Her shaky hands climbed up my legs, all the way to the button on my pants. With expert hands, she unbuttoned it and licked her lips as she pulled my pants down. Her mask fell on the floor, but I didn’t care who she was, or what she looked like. She was a means to an end, and I planned on using her to get back at Skylar.
