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My heart ricochets at his words.
Sin with me.
A shiver races up my spine as I shuffle forward another step. The bill is right there, within arm’s reach now. I just have to bend over and take it.
Do it.
“Just do it.”
His words match the mantra in my head, the inner voice telling me to put my pride aside and just…
Fuck it.
I dip down, my fingers brushing over the crisp paper. He clicks his tongue, drawing my attention. My head lifts, my body bent in half as I raise my brows expectantly.
“On your knees, little sister.”
I snatch my hand away, jerking upright. “Hell no,” I hiss. “I’m not crawling for you.”
He lazily grabs his phone, scrolls on it for only a second, before turning it toward me. The video of me bent over, begging to be fucked while a dildo is shoved inside me, my lights and laptop set up in my room, plays. My moans are loud in the quiet church, and embarrassment rises to my cheeks.
“If you don’t want everyone to know that sweet little Evie is actually a filthy little whore, then you’ll get on your knees and crawl for me,” he says, his voice low. Bored, almost. I half expect him to idly inspect his nails.
My heart thuds against my chest. My eyes burn. My world spins. But all I see is him. A shadow of my past, now swathed in darkness. It crawls over his skin like the inky tattoos etched there, a symbol of the devil writhing within his soul.
He’s not the Roman I once knew.
He’s not the Roman I once loved.
Twisting my hands together, I stare at him, trying to figure out how to get out of this with my dignity still intact. “You’d really do that to me, Ro?” I whisper, choking on an ugly ball of emotion.
He shoots me a feral grin. “What makes you think I wouldn’t?”
Seriously? Does he have amnesia or am I just losing it? “I just—after everything—”
“Everything?” He lets out a humorless laugh. “You hate me and still, you were ready to spread your legs for me. I’ve been home for how long? And you’re already desperate for my cock.”
“This is low,” I say, shaking my head as his ugly words pulse through me. “This isn’t you.” Or maybe I just never really knew him at all.
He’s always hidden away. He’s always preferred the darkness.
Maybe it’s because the devil thrives in the shadows, praying on peoples weaknesses and fears. He finds them, twists them, becomes them, and then, he revels in your pain. Just like Roman. But as my eyes find his, I can’t help but wonder if I’ve always loved the darkness more than I was supposed to.
I can’t help but wonder if I also thrive in the shadows.
Sin with me.
“Just like I apparently don’t know you anymore, you have no fucking idea who I am,” he snarls. “You have no idea the things I’ve been through, the things I’ve done. What I’ve seen.”
My lips fold between my teeth. He’s right. I don’t know. But whatever happened to him in the last four years has changed him irrevocably.
“Now, get on your knees and crawl for me.”
Any sympathy I might’ve just had for him flies out the window at his command, his arrogant expression.
He taps on his phone a few more times, then turns it around again, letting his thumb hover over the send button. Isaac. He’ll send it to Isaac first, then to the rest of the town.
“Please,” I whisper. “Don’t send it to him.”
