Tales of Darkness & Sin - Pepper Winters Page 0,70
working.
My plan is working.
Gain his trust, then kill him.
I can’t know for certain how many days or weeks I’ve been stuck here at his home, but all I know is he thinks I’m weak. He thinks I’ve given up. He thinks he’s broken me. And, most of all, he thinks I care. He thinks I crave his touch, and even though I told myself I don’t, there’s a small part of me that does seek out his warmth and his protection. There might have even been some part of me that liked what happened this morning, but it’s all a means to an end, a ruse.
I know deep down, that even though I’m stuck here, at his mercy, I’m still holding all the cards. He’ll never break me. I’m not as weak as he believes me to be. As if proving that point, I feel something stab me in the knee. For the last twenty minutes or so, I’ve been crouched down by the bedroom window, trying to pry it open, and find a way out. I get down on all fours to inspect the floor and there, stuck between the wood floorboards and the wall trip is a thick nail.
It takes some maneuvering, until finally, I get it out.
I’m not sure what I’ll use it for quite yet, but it’s something I didn’t have before, and that’s all that matters.
Whatever it takes to stay alive, Melody.
As I’m chanting that to myself and standing near the window, the door suddenly opens and in steps Saint, wearing another impeccable suit. A silent air of authority follows him inside, and when he shuts the door behind him and locks it, my stomach twists with unease.
I lick my suddenly dry lips and tighten my blanket around me, watching his every move, as he does the same to me, both of us calculating in our own ways.
Without words, he takes a seat on the bed. He makes himself comfortable there with his long legs stretched out in front of him, watching me. With my heart thudding in my throat, I keep the nail safely tucked away in my palm, hoping like hell he doesn’t sense my deception.
“Drop the blanket and come here, Tesoro,” he demands in a no-nonsense tone. I reluctantly release the blanket as I start his way, and his eyes zero in on my chest, watching the way my tits jiggle at the abrupt movement. His eyes flash with heat. “Now get on your knees.”
My stomach dips.
Slowly, I drop to my knees with bated breath, waiting for whatever comes next. “Keep that ass in the air and crawl to me,” he orders.
My chest tightens, and I pause for only a few seconds before I do just that. Before I crawl to him. I feel his gaze on me, raking across my nude flesh. I pause at his feet and gather what’s left of my composure before glancing up.
He stares down at me with so much heat in his eyes but with such disdain on his face that it’s hard to keep up. “Now lay back and show me your pussy.”
My eyes widen with surprise.
I swallow thickly.
Dropping back on the hard floor, I spread my legs, hating the way heat rises to my cheeks in this compromising position.
“So pretty. So pink,” he praises, eyes glued to my center. “Do you like touching yourself, little girl? Do you like playing with your pussy when no one is looking?” My heart jumps at his dirty words. Sure, I’ve touched myself before, but I’ve never had anyone call me out on it.
I shake my head, not wanting to admit the truth. He smirks down at me, clearly knowing I’m lying. There’s a glint in his eyes as he watches me. It’s one that says I should know better, one that says there’s no hiding here. Not with him.
“Show me how you play with your pussy, Tesoro.”
My palm aches with how tightly I’m grasping onto the nail—the only weapon I have at the moment. I can’t touch myself without giving away what I’m hiding. So, I try a different tactic instead.
“I’d much rather you touch me instead.”
His brows jump, but other than that, he gives nothing away.
After some time, he chuckles darkly. “If I touch your pussy, I’m not going to just play with it and call it a day, I’m going to fuck it. I’m going to destroy you, until you’re crying and coming all over my cock.”