Shades of Sins 5 – Removed part one

Shades of Sins 5 – Removed part one

Oct 30, 2024

Turning her head to the side, I grip her jaw as I stare into her eyes, our faces millimeters apart. I'm so close, her scent is even stronger as it settles on my tongue, the taste of her counterfeit sweetness nauseating.

 

"You like what you see, don't you? I don't disgust you now. You'd fuck me now that I'm not a slave anymore, wouldn't you?" I ask in a sinister tone, my fingers tightening over her delicate skin.

 

Ah, but it would be so easy to break it. Just a little more force and…

 

"I don't know what you're talking about," her voice quivers. "You're insane," she whispers, trying to turn away so she wouldn't meet my eyes anymore.

 

"Look at me!" I command. "You don't get to lie to me, Y/n. Not when I can see the truth reflected in your eyes. The lust, the desire," I chuckle, "the fact that you're horrified about it…" I trail off and her eyes flicker in reaction. "But most of all I see the guilt. The way you flinch when I talk about the past."

 

She moves her head from side to side, slowly shaking her head, her big eyes widening with fear.

 

"No," she whispers, and her husky voice full of fear does things to my self-control. It makes me want to put it on repeat, make her forever repent for what she's done.

 

"Come on, admit it," I laugh derisively. "Here, I'll even let you cop a feel," I say as I grab her wrist, bringing her palm to my chest. "I'm not trash staining your carpet now, am I?" I smirk as I take in her expression. Because she might deny it all she wants, but behind all the fear and disgust, there is desire.

 

"I don't know what you're talking about," she continues with her feeble pretense, still seeking to look away from me.

 

"You do," I snort. "What, now that I'm not just meat and bones waiting to wither away I'm suddenly a human being? A man?" I taunt her, getting even closer to her and succeeding in making her squirm. "Say it, Y/n," I brush my mouth across her jaw and her skin reacts immediately, goosebumps appearing all over. "Say it. Say what a fucking hypocrite you are!"

 

"Let me go," she tries to push me, but I easily subdue her. "Let me go!" She yells.

 

 

One minute she's struggling to move past me, the next I have her sprawled on the seat, my hand on her throat as I loom over her.

 

A maniacal smile erupts on my face as I see her wild eyes and the way terror seeps into them as she realizes there's no way out.

 

Her arms are flailing by the side as she hits and scratches, trying to get out of my hold.

 

"Yes," I purr, her attempts only increasing my enjoyment of the moment, "fight me. Fight me, Y/n, because even I feel sorry destroying someone as pathetic as you. So show me all that fight you have in you," I laugh at her.

 

She stops, going completely still as she turns her eyes to me, blinking.

 

"Kill me," she suddenly says, completely serious. "Kill me then. If my existence offends you so much, then kill me. But that's not going to bring Aurora back."

 

My hands tighten instinctively at the mention of Aurora's name and her breath catches in her throat as I apply more pressure.

 

"Don't you dare say her name!"

 

"Why? Didn't you say I killed her?" she grits out, her voice harsh. "You…" my nostrils flare in anger at her gall.

 

My thumb brushes against her pulse point, and I feel the raging storm inside her body. For all the bravado on her face, it's all a pretense.

 

"Tell me why and I might just do it," I lie. Because even if she tells me, I won't go easy on her.

 

Her brother was right that death is a way out. No, the punishment should be life—hell on earth. The only type of suffering someone like her deserves.

 

She shakes her head, trying to move out of my hold. "I can't."

 

"Why?" A sick smile pulls at my lips. "Afraid I'd find out how depraved you are, sweetheart?" Her eyes flash at the mock endearment. "Well, newsflash. Nothing about you surprises me."

 

A twitch in her eye alerts me that I hit a sore spot.

 

"Fuck. You!" she enunciates right before she spits at me, her saliva hitting my right cheek.

 

"Right," I chuckle, "you wish." Holding on to her with one hand, I wipe my cheek with the back of my other hand.

 

Her lips purse in aggression and her feral look from before is back. She sure has a lot of fight in her for someone who was just asking me to kill her moments ago.

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