Page 12 of Make Me A Sinner
I don't remember what I did. My mind was clouded, taken over by that insatiable urge to kill. And since I had some unfinished business with a mafia family in a nearby town, I think I wiped out half the place—no one good or worthy to live—but it resurrected my dark side to such extremes I almost came back to end Serena.
I want to think that I would’ve had the power to stop myself before I hurt her, but the truth is, I have no idea what would’ve happened if she hadn't asked me to fuck her.
That was my true awakening. She didn't want my mercy; she didn't even beg for her life.She wanted me.
Wouldn’t put it past herto use that as a weapon and save herself. She’s smart enough to manipulate her way out. But her body didn't lie. It was screaming for me, and I couldn't deny herof my warmth, the same way I can’t hurt her, no matter what she does to me.
I already feel like shit for tying her to that pillar and leaving her there for almost half a day. I didn't plan to go on a killing spree. I just thought I’d leave her there for an hour—long enough for me to cool down. But seeing her again hit harder than I anticipated.
I almost lost my mind, and she managed to bring me back to my senses, not by asking for my forgiveness. But by asking for my cock.I can't even be mad at her for that. I’m pissed at myself for being weak enough to give in. She deserves to suffer for what she did, and giving her an orgasm was a mistake I should’ve never allowed.
I can't undo it now. But I can damn well make sure she pays for walking out on me.
However, for that to happen, I need her alive. That's why I ordered breakfast from town. Apparently, no restaurant does deliveries this deep into the countryside. So, I had to call an Uber just to get her food.I’m not in the mood to play chef. She should consider herself lucky I’m feeding her at all. Well, her and the cat.The damn thing kept rubbing against my feet all morning, so I cracked open a can of cat food and filled his bowl. Not much trouble, and it kept the furry thing out of my way for a whole five minutes or so.
But now Serena wants to keep it. And if I were thinking straight, there’s no fucking way I‘d agree to that. She ran away from me. Made me search for her for three fucking months.
I haven't slept in three fucking months.
Now, she wants a cat. And I can't even say no to her.
I swear the woman is in my fucking head. And if she wasn't rooted deep enough there, then last night managed to leave a permanent scar inside of me. It's like she engraved her fucking name there. So vulnerable, so soft, so appealing, and yet sostrong. She watched the darkness take me over, the demon part take control, and still stared it dead in the eyes, asking it to fuck her. Such a fragile body, being in control of something so unpredictable, something evenIcan’t contain.
But I won't give in so easily. She wronged me, and that comes with a price.
There's a small limp in her left leg from smashing her knee against the stone floor last night. She’s barely managing to walk beside me, still clutching that damn cat like someone would steal it if she lets go.
I'm not planning on helping her. She doesn't deserve it after what she did to me… I'm just taking off some of her weight.
Without a word, I reach over and take the cat from her arms. Her head snaps toward me, eyes almost pleading me to let her keep it, like she thinks I'm going to leave the damn thing behind.
I should leave it behind, teach her a lesson. But the furry menace starts purring the second it's in my arms. A fucking cat is the last thing I need.
I huff, annoyed, and continue heading to the exit, carrying the cat who stretches in my arms like I’m his bellboy, and he’s precious cargo.
How did I even get myself into all of this?
As I get outside, I catch glimpse of Serena stopping to put on her shoes. I didn't even notice she was barefoot. But I do notice the way she stares at the four steps leading to the main yard. She swallows hard, a knot rising in her throat, steeling herself to push that injured knee down again.
I glance at the bruised skin. It doesn't look too good. Her whole knee is swollen. I’ll need to check on that once we’re on the plane.
Even if I want her punished, I don't like to see her suffer—at least not when it's not by my own hand.
I'm already a few steps ahead, but I turn back to climb the stairs. Cat in one arm, I lean and wrap my free arm around her ass and throw her over my shoulder—just like I did yesterday when I carried her into the house.
Great. Now I really am a damn bellboy.
Her legs move aimlessly, trying to find balance, but she only manages to bash her knees against my chest a couple of times. Doesn't hurt me, but judging by the cry on her lips, it sure as hell hurts her.
"Stop fussing before you hurt yourself more. I'm trying to fucking help you here." I mutter, and although I don't feel her relax, at least she stops kicking.
I don't let her down at the bottom of the stairs. I carry her across the gravel and only set her down once we're at the rental car. I open the car door, not because I'm playing gentleman, but because I need her to get inside and get the damn cat away from me as soon as possible.
The drive to the airport isn’t long. My jet is closer to the villa than to the city. Fifteen minutes, tops.
The stairs trick doesn't work this time—I can’t carry both her and the cat while they’re both fussing like toddlers. I ask one of the flight attendants to come and take the cat, but before I get a chance to help her, Serena bolts from the car and starts climbing the stairs on her own, her limp painfully obvious.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say she’s in a rush to get home–truth is she just doesn't want people seeing her ass up in the air as I carry her.Stubborn little brat.Still, I indulge her by staying behind—just in case her legs fail her and she'd come tumbling down the stairs.
