Page 124 of Two Sides of Sin

I took a slow, deliberate step towards her, fully locking back into the characters persona.

“I wouldn’t be laughing after leaving me in that bedroom like that,” I warned, the mask distorting my voice into a muffled threat.

I gestured down the hallway with the tip of the blade, before deliberately dropping my gaze down to my own waist. The thick, heavy outline of my cock was still straining brutally against the dark fabric of my pants, an undeniable testament to exactly how frustrated she had left me.

“You have a thirty second head start,” I decided, stepping into her space until my towering height shadowed her. The sexual tension in the kitchen spiked into something suffocating and dangerously taboo. “If I don’t find you in the next twenty minutes… you win. But if I catch you…”

I leaned in, the mouth of my mask brushing against the shell of her ear, my voice dropping into that low, gravelly crawl she couldn’t decide if she feared or craved.

I let the heavy handle of the knife trail a slow, teasing path down her spine, hooking it into the frame of her costume. I felt the shudder that rocked her—the perfect, delicious mix of terror and heat.

“I’m going to pin you face down,” I promised darkly. “I’m going to cut those little angel wings right off you. I want to see you grounded. I want to see you broken against the dirt.”

I pressed my body fully into hers, letting her feel the unyielding weight of my intent.

“And then I’m going to use the heavy handle of this knife on your pretty little ass, while I bury my cock so deep inside your pussy you won’t be able to remember your own name. I’m stripping the angel out of you tonight, Sage. I intend on proving just how far from innocent you really are.”

I swear she stopped breathing.

Her eyes went wide, her pupils dilating into massive black pools of fear laced desire. Her chest heaved against the tight corset, the high voltage attraction between us mixed with the filthy degradation of my threat rendering her speechless.

I tilted my head, letting out a dark, mocking laugh.

“Now,” I mocked, spinning the knife effortlessly in my gloved hand. “Who’s scared? Time is ticking, little angel. You better get running.”

“But remember, Sage—there’s only one rule tonight. We play inside only. If you even think about touching a door handle to the outside, the game stops… and the real punishment begins.”

She stared at me for one more breathless, heart stopping second. A flushed, wicked thrill took over her face.

She spun around on her heels, but instead of running down the hallway to hide in one of the bedrooms, she sprinted straight for the living room, threw open the back glass sliding doors and just before she disappeared into the shadows, she paused, glancing back over her shoulder with a wild disobedient glint in her eyes.

She held her hand high, firmly sticking her middle finger up at me and bolted out into the pitch black night of the mountains.

Fuck.

Chapter 65

Sage

The freezing air hit my flushed skin the second I threw the heavy glass doors open and bolted off the back patio.

If Julian wanted to play, we were going to play. And if he seriously thought he was going to pin me down and do all those filthy things to me, he was going to have to work for it.

I sprinted across the lawn, the fluffy white feathers of my angel wings rustling wildly behind me. The huge property blended seamlessly into the wild, untamed wilderness of the mountain, a sprawling expanse of gardens, towering trees, and dense, labyrinth like forestry.

It was the perfect hunting playground.

I reached the edge of the property line where the stream cut through the earth. I didn’t hesitate, I plunged right into the freezing, ankle deep water, it splashed up my bare legs and soaked the bottom of my boots and stockings, causing goosebumps to spread across my skin.

The further I pushed into the tree line, the thicker the canopy became, blocking out the pale silver of the moonlight as the dim glow from the house's glass windows began to fade behind me.

A thrilling chill skittered up my spine as I ran. I was terrified, but my blood was absolutely singing with adrenaline and a dark, heavy excitement from the chase.

My lungs started to burn, the tight lacing of the corset restricting my breathing. I scrambled up the muddy bank on the other side of the stream and immediately ducked behind the thick, rough trunk of a tree.

I pressed my back flat against the bark, clapping both of my hands tightly over my mouth to muffle the loud, ragged sounds of my own uncontrollable panting.

I squeezed my eyes shut, listening to the eerie, dead silence of the estate.