Page 34 of Salvation


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Her breath hitches. “At my cottage? I’ve seen your bike parked there,” She confirms.

I nod. “Since our first meeting, I’ve been watching you outside your cottage as you prance around your house.” My eyes narrow. “As you get dressed in your bedroom, watching from the woods behind.”

Her throat bobs as she swallows. “Why?”

“I’m obsessed with you,” I confess.

She shudders.

“I’ve even been in your cottage, little doe, while you were there too.”

Her brow furrows. “What?”

“I snuck in to look around, and you spilled something on your shirt and went into the bedroom. I had no choice but to get into your closet and then...” I draw in a deep breath while the hot as fuck images flood my mind. “And then you got naked and pleasured yourself for me. And I masturbated watching you. I came all over your clothes.”

Realization dawns in her eyes. Perhaps she’s been wondering what caused the mess.

“You’re insane,” she murmurs, a hint of fear and disgust in her eyes. But there’s intrigue, too. She’s repulsed but curious.

I step toward her. “Perhaps. I want to ruin you,” I tell her, my voice barely above a whisper. “I want to fuck you until you’re screaming, begging for me to stop.” Her eyes flick between my eyes and my lips. I’m close now, close enough to touch and taste her. “I want you tied up, helpless, screaming for me.”

Her breath catches, her chest rising and falling with each pant.

“Yes, I’m twisted in ways that even scare me,” I admit, my voice raw and gritty. “But it’s you, Madison, that’s done this to me. You’ve uncovered the darkness. And now I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop.” I reach out, brushing my fingers against her cheek.

She flinches but doesn’t pull away. A small victory.

Her lips part, a question lingering there. But she doesn’t voice it. Instead, she watches me, her eyes wide, fear and curiosity warring within them. I can see the gears turning in her head, wrestling with the truth of what I’ve revealed. Of what I am. Of what I want. Of what I intend to do.

“Does my darkness turn you on?” I ask.

Her throat bobs, and she gives a small nod.

I growl, grabbing the back of her neck and kissing her hard. “Good girl,” I murmur against her lips. “Because if you thought what I did to you last week was fucked up, you’re in for a real treat tonight.”

When we break apart, some of her confidence has returned. “Can you wear the mask?”

I arch a brow, tilting my head. “Does my little doe harbor darkness, too?”

Her throat bobs, and she nods. “Yes, I thought you would have realized that after last week.” Her lips purse together. “Why have you stayed away since?”

I smirk. Madison has missed me. Such a good girl. I stayed away because I knew I couldn’t keep back the darkness. That it would come to consume both of us. Turns out she wants that. She craves the dark and twisted.

“Because I worried what you had unlocked,” I confess, my voice barely a whisper, as I trace a finger down her cheek. “I was scared that my darkness would swallow you whole. That you’d drown in the chaos that thrives within me,” I admit, my eyes never leaving hers.

She holds my gaze and a silent understanding passes between us. She’s not scared. She’s intrigued. Perhaps even excited. This revelation doesn’t terrify her; it sets her alight.

“My little doe is more wolf than I thought.”

“Perhaps.” She bites her bottom lip. “Are you going to hurt me?”

I hate that I crave her pain. I crave her screams. “Yes.” It’s a simple answer, and a flicker of fear enters her eyes.

“The way my husband hurt me?” she asks.

I growl and shake my head, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back. “How did he hurt you?”

“He used to hit me until I had bruises all over my body, but never where anyone could see.” Her throat bobs. “He used to beat me until I was almost unconscious from the pain. And then he’d tell me that he couldn’t wait to take my virginity once we were married.” She draws in a shaky breath, unshed tears flooding her eyes. “It’s why I ran. I couldn’t face having sex with him.”

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