Wicked Destiny - By Tiffany Stevens Page 0,72
because you just reek of it.” Here it came. “It feels so good when you let it in. It fills the void that’s within you and makes you think you’re whole again. I never knew there was so much missing in my life until the feeling hit me. It’s intoxicating and I crave it like my life depends on it.” I paced the floors now. “I don’t know if I can control it forever, but I’m only worried about getting that so-called unholy army together and destroying it. I only have to control it until then.”
“Explain what happens after you complete your task and you spiral out of control.” He was asking something he already knew the answer to.
“Do whatever it is you have to.” My voice was a whisper now. “You can’t tell Declan any of this because he would never go through with it.”
“What makes you so sure I will?”
“I don’t. I’m just wishing on a prayer,” I said.
“Well, get ready. We have work to do. Are you changing?”
“No, I figured the more dramatic the better.”
“It’s more than fire you’re playing with, Sloane. The fire is just an added bonus.” He ran his hand through his hair and then he looked up at me. “Well, let’s go.” He took my hand and just as I was about to grab for the door knob, we were gone.
Chapter 22
We were standing in front of an old mansion. We were still in town because I remember driving past it a couple of times on my bike. I missed my bike. I felt a little drained from the constant jumping from one place to another. Viktor pulled me to follow and I did. As we approached the front door, Viktor just walked right on in like he owned the place. I wondered if he really did when everyone in the house began to stumble over themselves, trying to look busy. I was laughing on the inside, but I couldn’t let anything slip at the moment.
He led me from the foyer to the enormous living room with antique decor where people lounged everywhere, and they weren’t too discreet. There were people making out, groping each other, and some even looked as if they were in more intimate positions. Even though I felt so embarrassed, I wouldn’t let them know. Viktor cleared his throat and everyone in the room just stopped.
“I’m sure everyone knows who this is by now, so while I go handle something in my office, make her feel at home.” Viktor had a sly smile on his face. He turned to kiss my cheek, but before he kissed me, he whispered into my ear, “Bon Appétit, Sloane.” Then with a kiss on the cheek, he walked away.
I looked at all the people there just staring at me. What was I going to do? I wasn’t going to join in, that was for sure. A man and a woman each took one of my hands and led me to the crowded couch. I almost started to hyperventilate, but I continued to take deep breaths. I sat down and then the woman began to play and braid my hair. There was another pair of hands on my shoulders and they began a steady massage. It felt so good and relaxing. I couldn’t help but close my eyes and let them take over. The hands rubbed my shoulders, and then they rubbed their way down the back of my arms where their fingers brushed against my sides. Hands now massaged the rest of my body. I was so tempted to go to sleep. I couldn’t understand why Viktor would bring me here instead of somewhere else. I guess he figured I needed to be loosened up before I began. And then it dawned on me. I was supposed to join in, but only to an extent.
I opened my eyes to see my surroundings. There were still people across the room that watched me as they were intimate. They glared as if they were waiting on me. The man massaging my shoulders was beautiful. He was strong, had dark skin, and he wore no shirt. I rubbed my hand up his arm, beckoning him to come closer. He came to me on command and leaned in for a kiss. It was full of sweetness and lust. I ran my hand to the back of his neck to deepen the kiss, which also brought a wave of darkness. Even though he had his talent, his darkness