Page 46 of Dark Need (House of Sin 3)

But it doesn’t come.

Instead, there is only hunger.

Unbridled hunger … for her.

I backtrack and shut the door, staring at the wood for a second before my eyes slide down toward my own wood. The one in my pants. It’s thick and throbbing even though I came just hours ago.

Am I already greedy for more?

Fuck.

I clench my hands into fists, wanting to push the need away with pure force of will, but it doesn’t work. This kind of hunger is different than any I’ve experienced before. It isn’t laced in blood, and it doesn’t make me want to kill.

It makes me want to … lick.

And suck.

And fuck.

And kiss.

I’ve never wanted to kiss.

I try to shake it off, as it feels unnatural. I enter the kitchen and grab a glass from the cupboard, fill it with water, and chug it down in one go. But it doesn’t quench my thirst. Not by a long shot.

In fact, it feels like I’ve been deprived.

Like I’ve been starving all this time.

And now that the metal is off, the feast can finally begin.

But she is my captive, the one I’m supposed to keep safe. The one I’m supposed to take to our destination when all of this ends.

And I don’t fucking know if we’ll survive.

Grumbling to myself, I slump down into the sofa and relax, hoping to catch some sleep. Instead, I find myself thinking about the girl’s pussy, how snugly it fit around my cock, and how wet she was for me.

I swallow, and my hand instinctively goes down into my pants. I shove the waistband down until my cock bounces out, the veins throbbing and the tip leaking. Touching it feels so fucking good, and I start rubbing myself with the thought of touching her too.

I know it’s wrong, but I don’t care.

I need this.

I need this fucking release so I can go back to how I was.

I need this … to get back in control.

So I jerk myself off, my cock twitching into my hand as images of her naked body cross my mind, her supple tits bouncing while she lies on the table, her moans loud and heady.

And fuck me, I want to see that face she made when I buried deep inside her again.

I groan out loud, and cum shoots from my cock, all over my body. It comes and comes in waves until I’m panting. When my length has finally deflated, I let go and look away.

I’ve really gone off the deep end.

There’s no stopping it now.

I’ve tasted the forbidden fruit.

I’ve felt what forbidden lust can do.

And fuck me … it’s going to destroy me.

But what angers me more is that I broke the one thing I wasn’t supposed to.

Her.

Chapter 20

April

I wake up to the smell of fried eggs, but I’m sure I must be hallucinating. No one has fried eggs when they’re in an abandoned cabin in the middle of a goddamn forest. But when I blink a couple of times and take a deep breath because of the sun peeking through the blinds, I definitely smell the scent of burned fat.

What in the …?

I get up and put on my clothes. Or rather, the clothes of the person who used to live here. I try not to think about the fact that I’m wearing a dead woman’s personal belongings and wash before I walk to the door. My hand hovers over the door handle, shaking. I pause. I’m still mad at him. But am I mad enough to ignore the fact that my stomach is rumbling?

Or am I just trying to avoid coming face-to-face with him? Because I don’t know if I’ll be able to resist when he tries something on me again.

I take a deep breath. Staying in here won’t do me any good. I need to face my problems head-on.

So I gather my courage and push down the door handle.

I can’t even set one foot inside the room before my jaw is already practically on the floor.

All the mess from yesterday—the upturned furniture, the broken vases, the shattered plates—has been cleaned up. Everything is back where it was before, and the place looks squeaky clean. There’s even a fire burning in the fireplace to keep it all warm and cozy.

Did he do all of this while I was asleep?

I take featherlight steps outside and look around to see where he is. My heart pounds in my chest like it’s expecting him to pounce on me at any moment. But when I spot him standing in the kitchen flipping an egg in a pan, I’m completely stunned.

Soren can cook?

And where the hell did he find an egg?

Suddenly, he glances at me from over his shoulder and puts the egg down on a plate. It smells delicious, but it almost feels like a wet dream at this point.

“Hungry?” he asks.

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