Dark Need by Clarissa Wild

Chapter 21

Soren

Every stepI take makes the burden heavier, but I refuse to quit now. I have a job, a duty to fulfill, and I’ll be damned if I don’t complete it. But being with this woman has brought out the worst in me.

I knew I was a savage, but I never realized just how good it could feel. And what I had been missing out on all these years.

I thought torturing people excited me, but fucking her was the biggest thrill I’ve ever had … and I want more.

Which is why I must keep her on a leash. Keep her away from me so I don’t ravage her a second time.

But now that I had a taste … the forbidden fruit keeps luring me in.

Every time I glance over my shoulder at those sweet cheeks and those beautiful eyes, I want nothing more than to throw her up against a tree and fuck her from behind, lick her body, make her scream my name.

But it’s wrong. She isn’t mine.

She was meant to get there unscathed.

And now I ruined her.

How do I fix this?

How do I repair what I’ve broken?

Is there a way I can mend her pussy so it becomes whole again? So she’s a virgin once again?

I grumble to myself from all the thoughts swirling through my head. Thinking will get me nowhere. Action, that’s what I’m about. And all this wading through the forest has put me on edge.

I should’ve stayed home, should’ve kept punishing the sinners, should’ve told Eli I wasn’t up for the job and that he should ask Tobias instead.

But now it’s too late.

I’m here with … this girl.

April.

Hmm … just her name alone makes my cock twitch.

Fuck.

How do I make this stop?

I look down at my pants, acutely aware of the fact something dangles there. It’s been too long since that dangled this freely, and I don’t know if I will ever like it or if it’s becoming a burden.

That metal is all I’ve ever known for years, and for it to be off just like that feels stranger than anything else. Like I’m naked. Like it was a part of me, and now it’s gone.

But the pain … Fuck me, I don’t miss that.

My body still flinches every time I look at her, expecting to get that same painful sting. Instead, all I feel is my pulsing dick and a great need to tear her clothes off.

But I wasn’t meant to feel this right now. My lust was contained so I could be the best for the House, so I could do my fucking job. And look at me now, lusting over a girl I shouldn’t have.

A girl who doesn’t belong to me.

I take another glance at her over my shoulder as we hike up a slope. She’s panting heavily and struggling to keep up. But if we don’t hurry, we’ll never make it before … I lose control.

Because that’s what it’s always been about.

Control.

I am not in control.

But now that the metal is gone … who is?

Suddenly, she slips on some of the softer soil and falls to her face. I rush over to her and grab her arm before she rolls down the mountain and takes me along with her. We are bound together, and if she falls, so will I, risking me crushing her.

“Help,” she squeaks.

I pull her up and tug her toward me so hard she lands straight into my chest, and we both fall to the ground … with her right on top of me …

And her top pulled down over one of her tits.

I gulp.

Dragging her up along the ground must have torn it down.

And my eyes cannot focus on anything but that lonesome, taut nipple.

My tongue dips out to lick my bottom lip, desperate to have a suck. My cock instantly hardens underneath her body which rests on top of mine.

Her eyes widen as a heavy red blush spreads on her cheeks, and she immediately crawls off me. “Sorry!”

Sorry? She would tell me sorry?

For what?

She’s still panting and looking at me, but I can’t tear my eyes away from those beautiful, perky tits that still command attention.

Only when she follows my gaze does she realize what happened … and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman get as red as her.

“Soren!” she squeals, thrashing around, but her arms are still tied to her waist.

“Calm down,” I say, and I lean in to push the shirt and bra back into place so her tit is covered again.

But my fingers can’t help but linger near her skin, every touch making me want more.

Fuck.

I look up into her eyes, wishing I could just … lean in and …

I clear my throat and get up from the ground before I do something that’ll only make it worse. “Come.”

She groans and sighs in an annoyed manner. Still, she manages to push herself up to her feet without much trouble, and I quickly turn my head away before I start looking at other things again.

My cock is fully erect now, but I don’t care. We need to find a camping spot, somewhere not close to this hill. And I need some time to cool off because I was this close to just throwing myself onto her and doing all sorts of filthy things to her.

With that rope tied snugly around her body, it would be easy for me to take what I want without her being able to stop me.

But that would only turn me more into the monster she thinks I am.

I find a small clearing and decide where we’re going to stay for now. We need to eat some food before we continue our path. Lunch, as she’d call it. I usually just eat when I’m hungry during work, but she probably wouldn’t let me enjoy it, and I’m not in the mood for an argument.

I stop near a tree and untie the rope from my waist, waiting until she stands beside me before I wrap it around the tree.

“Oh, c’mon. Not this again,” she hisses as I make a knot and securely tie her to the tree. “You can’t be serious. I’ve already told you I’m not going to run. What else do you want me to do?”

I cock my head and look into her eyes. “I know you won’t.”

“Then why?” She frowns.

A smirk forms on my lips. “So you don’t try something on me.”

“Why would I do that? I told you, you were the only one who can get me out of here. I’m not going to hurt—”

I lean in to whisper in her ear. “Pleasure …”

Just that one word is enough to make her entire skin show goose bumps.

“P-pleasure?” she murmurs. “I wouldn’t—”

“You already did,” I interject.

Her lips part as I walk back to the big rock and search my bag for food while leaning against it. I grab one of the apples I brought and fish my knife from my pocket, walking toward her. She shudders in place, her eyes skittish as they flip back and forth between my face and the knife in my hand.

I tower over her, hungry, thirsty. Dissatisfied.

I hold the apple in front of her. “Hungry?”

She swallows and nods softly.

So I cut into the flesh of the apple and take off a slice, holding it up in front of her mouth. “Open up.”

She does it reluctantly, and I slide the piece inside, my finger briefly touching the soft, velvety wetness of her tongue. It hardens my cock even more.

When she takes the second bite, the slurping sound she makes is so hot I groan out loud. But as our eyes connect, both filled with unrequited longing, something snaps inside me.

I step back.

Two, no, three times until I’m back near the rock where my supplies are.

I take one bite of the apple.

One.

Just one is enough to make me hate.

Not her.

Not myself.

The food.

Because it no longer satiates me like it used to.

Because it isn’t my stomach that’s hungry … it’s my cock.

And nothing compares to the sight of a woman helplessly tied up to a tree, soft skin hiding underneath those clothes begging to be ripped off.

So much that my hand can’t stop itself from sliding down my abs, straight into my pants, where my hard-on is restless and waiting to be freed from its constraints.

Now I know what true freedom feels like.

What the forbidden fruit tastes like.

And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want more from where that came from.

More … of her.

But I can’t have her.

So I’ll opt for something else.

The same thing I did when she was lying in bed, when I was still drunk on the sex we had.

I start rubbing myself … and I don’t care if she watches.