Dark Need (House of Sin 3)

Her.

I knew it the second I was asked to escort her, and I ignored the signs because I had to. Because it was my job. But the more time I spend with her, the harder it becomes to stay away.

Not to lose control and let myself go.

Because when she walked out of the water, all wet and dripping, her tits fully peaked, I wanted nothing more than to grab her, pin her to a tree, and fuck her into oblivion.

I’m becoming the very thing I despise.

I should’ve listened to the warnings when they told me it was going to be hard, that temptation was lurking behind every corner.

I cannot succumb and become a sinner.

But she almost makes it impossible to resist.

I sigh out loud as I make sure the fire is burning well enough before I prepare our makeshift bed made of leaves underneath the blanket. The sky is looking cloudy tonight … but not as cloudy as my own damn mind.

She stands in front of me, waiting until I’m done. So I quickly grab the rope again and tie it around her waist.

“Really? I thought I said I wasn’t gonna run,” she says.

“Precaution,” I reply as I tie the knot right over her belly.

She looks down at me with those big eyes that enrapture me while I tie the other end to my own waist, determined not to let her escape. I don’t believe what she says, even if she said I could trust her. Trust needs to be earned. And I have learned in the progression of the course in my own job that trust is impossible between captor and captive.

And she is very much still my captive.

Nothing about that will change this fact.

Not even dirty little tricks she may try on me.

I clear my throat and lie down under the blanket, patting the ground beside me. She raises her brow but lies down anyway, sighing out loud. I’ve heard my fair share of complaints, crying and begging, but her sighs are really starting to get on my nerves. And I don’t fucking understand why I let it get to me the way she does.

Something about her is just getting under my skin.

I turn around on my side, away from her, so I don’t get tempted to have a peek at her tits again.

No matter how many times she throws it in my face, I cannot give in.

I cannot … let myself become the monster lurking deep inside.

April

In the middle of the night, I wake up to the sound of birds flying overhead. I sit up straight with my heart pounding in my chest. I can never get used to sleeping in the open air. Nor can I get used to this muscled beast lying right next to me, tied up to my freaking waist.

And his arm is right around my legs.

Oh, God.

His warmth radiates off him, and I suddenly feel hyper-aware of my body.

Why does he have such an effect on me?

Goddammit.

It’s the middle of the night, and this is the best time to escape. If not now, then never.

But with this arm wrapped around my legs, I’m sure he’ll notice if I move even an inch.

What do I do?

I look at him snoring away, and I wonder what he’s dreaming about. Maybe he’s had the same filthy dream I’ve had … where he towered over me, naked, while I stood with my back to him, one hand snaking around my waist while the other squished my neck, his lips close to my ear to whisper, “You’re mine.”

I shiver in place, goose bumps scattering on my skin.

Don’t fucking think about it, April. Forget those stupid dreams.

But a loud snore from Soren reminds me that there’s no escaping this man. And the longer I spend with him, the more I’m beginning to question my own motives. Because I enjoyed it a little too much to see him gawk at me naked.

My gaze slides down his body lying there so gentle in the leaves under this canopy I almost forget he’s my captor. And I can’t help but gaze at his pants and at the metal peeking up from underneath.

Every time he touched me, or if I touched him in a certain way, he would howl in pain and grab it. Does it hurt him? Or is it … only when he gets excited?

A hot flush runs through my body as I inch closer and hook my finger underneath the fabric. I can’t help myself. I’m too curious not to want to know more.

Who would wear this thing out of their own volition if it hurts so much?

Unless … someone is forcing him to.

I swallow hard as I lower his pants. He grumbles in his sleep, and I pause for a moment, watching him turn to his back. My pussy clenches at the sight of his muscular pecs and ripped abs moving with every breath he takes. He’s muscled like a bodybuilder and has the soul of a beast, and every inch of him reminds me of what the Greeks wrote about when they talked about gods.