tried to stop me, but I wanted more.
Fear paralyzes me. My hands thump to the leather seat beside me.
Breathe, Candy. Just breathe. He won’t hurt you. He can’t.
Those thoughts are as naive as I am.
“You want to know what I dreamed?” he asks, scanning my body as if he can see right through my pajamas. “How about I show you instead?”
Something coils deep in my belly, but it’s not fear.
It’s excitement.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Josiah
Candy’s pulse flickers against my thumb. She’s terrified, and I can’t blame her. But I gave her a chance, and she chose not to take it.
Now she’ll have to pay the price.
There are eight sins, not just seven. Curiosity took me places I should never have gone. Forced me to have thoughts I never should have had.
Thoughts of Candy, naked.
Normal guys would have pictured her with spread legs, inviting them into her cunt with wild abandon.
Not me.
She never gave freely in those sick fantasies.
I can still taste her skin on my lips, but it’s not enough. I want more. I want her lust coating my lips and tongue. I want her to look away every time she sees me.
I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. Why?
She’s beautiful. Smart. And because she’s broken, like me.
She’s perfect, but I can’t have her.
It’s forbidden. Taboo. A black mark on my soul for all of eternity. I don’t believe in heaven or hell…but if I did, then this would send me straight to Lucifer’s lap and have me sucking his dick for the rest of eternity in penance for what I’m about to do. For what I want to take from her.
And that’s the only reason I can fathom.
But once fantasy becomes reality, there’ll be no need to keep playing shit like this in my head, will there?
Her mouth is wide as she gasps for air; a wet, inviting O. And fuck, how badly I want to stuff my cock in there and have her to suck me off.
But what she told me earlier echoes in a warning. She’s a fighter; she’ll probably bite off my dick before sucking it under duress.
I hold her down, one hand on her throat, the other palming her tits. Her nipples are hard little nubs, and that’s too tempting to leave to the imagination.
I rip open the front of her pajamas, baring her perfect breasts. The movie paints her skin in swathes of red and orange and white, muscles squirming as she struggles for breath.
Leaning over, I draw a nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, teasing my tongue over that tight bud.
Candy moves under me. It’s impossible to tell if she’s trying to escape or get more of her tit in my mouth.
Her breathless moan is like a physical hand over my cock, stroking me harder and harder, until I can’t bear having my dick trapped behind my trunks anymore.
“See what you do to me?” I whisper furiously. Keeping my hand on her throat, I sit up on my knees, drawing my cock out from behind my underwear with the other. “This is all you, darling.”
Her eyes dart down, and then they squeeze shut. Her lips quiver out a theatrical, “I’m sorry.”
I almost laugh.
She’s not sorry.
She knows what she does to me. It probably gives her some kind of sick pleasure, torturing me like this.
“Look at me.”
Those blue eyes pop open, wide, and begging for mercy.
“Look at me, darling.”
She licks her lips, and stares at my cock as I slowly start rubbing my hand down its length.
“Did you…?” Her voice fades as if she’s become hypnotized. I squeeze at her neck, bringing her back to the present.
“Did I what?”
She shakes her head, eyelids fluttering as if she can’t bring herself to ask.
“Did I imagine this? Is that what you want to know?”
Another lick of her lips.
Fuck, now I know she’s doing this shit on purpose. I groan, fighting back the urge to jam my dick through her plump lips.
She’ll fight you.
And the thought makes me even harder.
I told her I don’t date because Dad forbids it.
That was a lie.
A lot of what I told her is a lie.
I’m the son of the fucking Devil—lying is second nature.
I don’t date because I knew the moment I had my first orgasm that I couldn’t trust myself around girls. I know because the first time I came, it wasn’t from fapping over some crusty porno mag.
“You weren’t wearing these pink PJs,” I say, trying to smile and realizing I probably look like a lunatic. “But yeah, close enough.”
Her breath