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“No. You’re far from weak, Sage. You’re the fucking strongest person I know.”
“Then come home, Ares. Come home to me.” I pull the phone away from my ear because I can’t handle it anymore. I can’t hear her beg me to come home. I can’t listen to her say she can handle me. I’m sick. I’m so fucked in the head I don’t think I’ll ever be good enough.
“I’ll find someone else,” she says loudly into the line. I release a roar that should scare the shit out of her before pressing the end key. She won’t find anyone else because I won’t let her. She’s mine. That scar and the baby say so. It doesn’t matter I’m not there. It doesn’t matter I can’t be with her. Sage will always be mine until I take my last fucking breath.
30
Idon’t know if it’s anger or the fucking alcohol that’s causing me to do what I’m doing. Nevertheless, this is what’s happening.
I pull the ski mask over my face as I pick the fucking lock. I already cut power to the house, so the goddamn alarm doesn’t go off. I take a deep breath and push the door open, stepping inside. I’m careful as I sneak through the house and down the hall. I stop at the first room on the right. I smirk behind my mask before I open the door slowly and slink inside. She’s lying on the bed with her eyes closed, which is going to make this easier for me. I pull the gag from my pocket as well as the knife. Then I move closer to her. When I’m close enough, I press the gag over her mouth, and her eyes fly open. I show her the knife so she knows not to scream.
Her eyes are wide with fear, just the way I want her. I jerk her up, wrapping the gag around her head and tying it so she can’t scream. Then I reach for the rope in my back pocket and tie her hands behind her back. With the knife pressed against her neck, I lead her out of her room and down the hall. Her body is trembling as I walk her out of the house and over to my car. I put her in the front seat and buckle her in so I could keep an eye on her. Then I run around, climb into the driver’s seat, and start the car.
As I pull out, her chest rises and falls rapidly. She doesn’t look over at me, and for that, I’m grateful. Instead, she looks straight ahead. I should have covered her eyes, but I didn’t.
I drive a few neighborhoods over and pull into the empty driveway before climbing out and walking around the car. I grab her out and pull her along with me, unlocking the door with one hand and keeping a hold of her with the other. When the door opens, I drag her inside and slam the door, locking it behind me.
Then I take her to the living room, where I sit her on the couch. I pull the knife out of my pocket and twist it in my hands. What do I do with her now?
She watches me intently, unsure of what I’m going to do. Maybe this was wrong. Maybe I shouldn’t have done this. I don’t fucking know anymore. The line between right and wrong has always been blurred to me. Where I think this is fine, she may not. She probably thinks it’s fucked up, but what can I do?
Slowly, I reach up and pull the mask off my face and watch as her eyes widen. She squeals behind the gag and tugs at her hands, knowing she can’t get free.
“I didn’t want to do this. No, that’s a lie. I did want to do this. I wanted to do more,” I tell Sage as she struggles. “The things I want to do to you, fuck, I shouldn’t even be thinking those things. And yet, seeing you tied up, at my mercy, I can’t stop the thoughts. You understand, right?” She shakes her head, and I laugh.
“You do. Because, like me, you’re a little dark yourself, right?” Again, she shakes her head, and I laugh more. She’s right. She isn’t dark like me.
“You’re right. Where I’m dark, you’re light. And I can’t get past it, you know? Because I thought I lived in the grey area in between, but I was wrong. I was always in the dark. There was never anything but darkness for me. But you? You can be the light. You can color my world grey because I can never be like you.” She mouths around the gag, but I can’t understand what she’s saying. Instead of letting her speak, I walk closer and stand her up, walking her down the hall. She tugs at the rope around her wrists, and I groan a little. It’s been far too long since I’ve seen someone struggle.
Once we reach the bedroom, I take her inside and slam the door closed. I walk her to the bed and push her down on it, just her chest, so her ass is in the air. Then I move, yanking her jeans and panties down. She tries to stand and move, but I don’t let her. I shove her back down and grab the knife, running it over her ass. The tip barely touches her flesh, but I can see the bumps form on her skin.
“You’re going to take my knife like a good girl,” I tell her. She thrashes on the bed before I press the knife against her a little harder. “Don’t move, or it will cut you.”
She stops moving, and I flip the knife in my hand. I bring the handle to my mouth and wet it with my spit before lowering it to her pussy. Then, with ease, I slip it inside her. I work it in and out as she lies there, letting me do it. She isn’t fighting me, and I like that.
I fuck her slowly with the knife when I hear her moan around the gag. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. I lean down with the handle still inside her and bite her ass. She squirms now as I look down at my teeth marks on her. Fuck, I like that. It looks so fucking good.
“You like this, right?” I ask her. She doesn’t respond, so I fuck her a little harder, faster with the knife. The faster I go, the wetter she gets. When I can’t take anymore, I pull the knife free, tossing it onto the bed before I move. I yank my jeans and boxers down before thrusting my cock inside her. She cries out around the gag as I take her hard. I’ve missed being inside her pussy for so long. I roll my hips, hitting her so deep I never want to come out.
I reach for the knife and cut the rope from her wrists before tossing it back on the bed. Then I grip her hips in my hands and pound into her. I’m getting into a good rhythm when she suddenly moves. She pushes back, and I stumble a little, just enough for her to get out from under me. She climbs up the bed quickly, grabbing the knife as she goes. Then she spins around to face me, tugging the gag from her lips. She eyes me viciously, and I can’t get enough of the look in her eye.
“What are you planning on doing with that?” I ask, nodding toward the knife. She moves now, climbing off the bed and coming toward me. I start to reach for my jeans when she stops me.
“Don’t.” I grin as I stand up straight, and she backs me against the wall. I raise my hands as she stares at me with fire in her eyes.
“You want to put that down?” I ask her. She shakes her head and laughs a little.
“No. I don’t.” Then she moves. She grabs my cock in one hand, and I groan at the feel. The next thing I know, she’s got the tip of the knife pressed against my cock. Fuck, she’s doing all kinds of things to me.
“You think you have a right to kidnap me a second time and fuck me?” she asks softly, keeping her tone calm and collected.
“Would you have come if I asked you?”
“No.”
“Then I had no other choice, Little Lamb.”
“You left me for six weeks, Ares. Six fucking weeks!” she screams this time. I nod my head.
