Page 26 of Temptation
That part wanted me to love them both, fuck the consequences. That fucking part… That part confused me the most.
Even more than the scene last night.
I was pissed off, jealous, burning with rage at the sight of Ash with that girl, but when I looked at Dylan, the anger rolling off his body wasn’t because I was looking at Ash. It wasn’t directed at Ash. It was directed at the girl sucking Ash off.
And when I kissed him, when I pulled him to me and wrapped my hand around his dick, both of us looked in the same direction. Both of us with hunger in our eyes—but I knew what I was hungry for. Did Dylan?
Was the desire I saw in Dylan’s eyes real, or was it just the byproduct of my fucked-up mind and the drugs he gave me?
And Ash… My dark knight, my fallen angel; he wasn’t looking only at me. He wasn’t devouring only me, and it should’ve made it worse for me. It should’ve made me angry, but it didn’t. It didn’t make me angry because at that moment last night, when he looked at Dylan, I saw all three of us together.
I saw him, Dylan, and me… I saw us all together, and that scared the living shit out of me.
My thighs clenched together, my pussy wet at the mere thought of Ash and Dylan together with me, and I bit my tongue, trying to suppress the moan threatening to escape.
Stop, I yelled at myself and opened my eyes.
I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t think like this. This was wrong on so many levels that I didn’t even know where to start.
But is it?That annoying inner voice woke up.Is it wrong or are you just used to doing things that society deems “proper” to do?
No, no, no.
I couldn’t think of Ash and Dylan together.
Ash used me, and Dylan… Dylan attacked me, ruined my life, pretended to be someone he isn’t.
But you still love them. You love both of them, and there’s nothing you can do about it.
Yes. Yes, there was. There was something I could do about it, and if I had to, I would spend the rest of my life erasing both of them from my memories, from my heart. I just had to escape first. I had to get away from this insanity, from the Order, because God knew what Judah Blackwood had planned.
I might have been married to Dylan in the eyes of whatever it was that they worshipped, but the hunger never died down in Judah’s eyes. I knew that look in them. I knew he was plotting something. I just didn’t know what.
I turned my head to the left and looked at the ceiling. I was lying on my side, covered by a blanket that smelled like Dylan. I waited for the disgust, for fear to roll over me, but none of them came. Instead, it felt comforting, knowing that it was his blanket covering me.
The cold and humid air told me I was still in the catacombs, and the ceiling was definitely an indicator that I was in some sort of a cave. I looked to my right and noticed the wardrobe on the far end of the room, and the small table in front of me.
I slowly pulled myself up, gripping the blanket in one hand, careful not to make any noise.
Who knew what kind of monsters hid in the catacombs? Who knew what they were going to do to me?
Everything that happened last night started rushing in, suffocating the air out of me.
Lauren.
My eyes welled with tears, blurring the room in front of me.
I killed Lauren, I told myself. I killed my best friend.
She betrayed me, knew about the Order as well, but she didn’t deserve to die. She didn’t deserve to end up like that. I didn’t fucking deserve to be the one to kill her.
I pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped the blanket tighter around me, holding it like a lifeline to my body. My hand pressed against my mouth, muffling the cries escaping from me, but I could do nothing to stop my body from shuddering.
Dylan made me come last night, the realization hit me. And I made him come, all the while watching Ash as he got satisfied by somebody else.
I pressed the heels of my palms to my eyes, willing the picture to get out of my brain, but no matter how much I tried to erase everything that happened last night, I couldn’t. It stayed engraved in my brain like a nightmare on a repeat, taunting me even while I was awake.
The sound of the door opening made me open my eyes, and I scooted back, almost trying to get into the backrest of the sofa I was sitting on, waiting to see who was going to enter. I expected Dylan, or Judah or even Ash, but I didn’t expect a figure wearing a red cape and with kind eyes to enter.
