18. Luella
Chapter 18
Luella
T he crackling fire paints the cabin with a warm, inviting glow. But the atmosphere is anything but welcoming.
Colton sits across from me, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that borders on obsession. He hasn’t taken his gaze off me since we returned from the woods; his focus unwavering, his expression unreadable.
I can feel the heat of his stare. It’s as if he’s trying to peel back the layers of my fake exterior, to expose the truth that lies beneath.
And the truth is, I’m terrified of the depths of his obsession, of the twisted desire that burns within him. The way his touch ignites something primal within me, something that threatens to consume me from the inside out. But beneath the fear, there’s something else. A dark, twisted flame of desire that I can’t seem to put out, no matter how hard I try.
Colton shifts in his seat, and my breath catches in my throat. He leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his eyes never leaving mine.
“You know,” he murmurs, his voice a low, seductive rumble that sends shivers down my spine. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
I swallow hard, trying to maintain my composure, but my heart is racing, my palms slick with sweat.
“I think about the way you taste,” he continues, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips. “The way you feel beneath me, writhing and gasping as I fuck you.”
I try to look away, to break the spell he’s weaving, but I’m transfixed, helpless against the pull of his intensity.
Slowly, he rises to his feet, his movements fluid. He stalks towards me, his eyes burning with a hunger that makes my breath catch in my throat.
“I think about the way you fight me,” he purrs, coming to a stop in front of me. “The way you try to resist.”
He reaches out, his fingers tracing the curve of my jaw, his touch sending shockwaves of desire through my body. I should pull away. But I can’t. I’m paralyzed by the art of his seduction.
“You’ll never be free of me,” he whispers, his breath hot against my skin.
His words sear themselves into my very soul. I know I should fight, resist with every fiber of my being. But the truth is, a part of me doesn’t want to.
A part of me craves his touch, his possession.
“I’ve waited so long for you, and now you’re all mine,” Colton mutters, triggering my desire for him.
Before I can stop myself, I’m reaching for him, my fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt as I pull him closer. Our lips crash together in a scorching kiss, all restraint and reason abandoned in the face of our need.
Colton growls against my mouth, his hands roaming my body with a possessive hunger that sends waves of desire crashing through me. He pushes me back onto the couch, his body covering mine in a blanket of heat and muscle.
“That’s it,” he rasps, his lips trailing fiery kisses along my jawline. “Let me own you.”
And at that moment, I do.
I surrender to his darkness, to the twisted desire that binds us together. I let Colton consume me, his touch branding me as his.
He shoves me down onto the cold, hard ground, his eyes filled with a primal hunger that both terrifies and excites me. His hands are rough, tearing at my clothes, exposing my skin to the cool night air. I can feel the heat of his body, the intensity of his need, and it ignites something within me, a burning desire that I can’t deny.
He kisses me, his lips crushing mine, his tongue invading my mouth with a ferocity that leaves me breathless. His hands roam over my body, possessive and demanding, claiming every inch of me as his own. I arch into his touch, my body responding despite my mind’s protests—wanting more, needing more.
His fingers find my nipples, pinching and twisting, sending jolts of pleasure and pain through me.
I gasp, my breath hitching in my chest as he trails kisses down my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin, leaving marks that will remind me of this moment.
He moves lower, his hands gripping my hips as he spreads my legs, exposing me completely. He stares down at my pussy hungrily, his tongue lapping at his lips like he’s starved. I can feel the cool air against my soaked pussy, and I shiver with anticipation and fear. His eyes meet mine, a dark gaze that holds me captive, daring me to look away.
But I can’t. I won’t.
His fingers trace the sensitive nub between my legs, teasing and tormenting, driving me to the brink of madness. I writhe beneath him, my hips bucking, my body begging for more. He laughs, a low, dangerous sound that sends a shiver down my spine. “Mine,” he growls, his voice rough with desire.
And then he shoves himself inside me, his hard length filling me, stretching me, claiming me. I cry out, the sensation overwhelming, the pleasure and pain merging into one intense, exhilarating experience. He moves within me, his thrusts hard and relentless, each one driving me closer to the edge, closer to madness.
I cling to him, my nails raking down his back, leaving marks that will remind him of this moment, of my surrender. His pace quickens, his breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. I can feel him losing control, the primal need to claim me overwhelming everything else.
Then I shatter, my body convulsing around him as a wave of intense, mind-numbing pleasure sweeps through me.
He follows me over the edge, his body shaking with the force of his release. He collapses against me, his breathing labored.
Fuck!
And as I cling to him, my nails raking down his back, I think, he knows nothing.
The night stretches on, endless and suffocating. I lie awake in the dimly lit cabin, listening to his breathing. Colton’s earlier words echo in my mind, a relentless torrent of possession and obsession.
“I’ve waited so long for you.”
His voice is a constant presence, a dark whisper that slithers through my thoughts, leaving a trail of doubt and confusion in its wake. I toss and turn, my body still humming with the aftershocks of our intense fucking, the ghost of his touch lingering on my skin like a scar.
“And now you’re all mine.”
I should feel disgusted by the way I surrendered to his twisted desires. But the truth is, a part of me craves it. A part of me yearns for the darkness, for the intensity that burns between us.
It terrifies me, this pull towards the darkness.
I close my eyes, trying to shut out the world, to find some peace. But the memories come flooding back, unbidden and unrelenting.
The way his hands roamed my body, claiming every inch of me as his own.
The heat of his breath against my skin, setting me ablaze with desire.
The primal hunger in his eyes that both thrilled and terrified me.
I shudder, my body betraying me as another wave of heat washes over me. I can’t deny the pull, the twisted attraction that binds me to Colton like a chain. It’s like a sickness, a fever that consumes me from the inside out, burning away everything I thought I knew about myself.
This wasn’t meant to happen.
Then fear grips me, its fingers wrapping around my heart and squeezing until I can barely breathe.
Colton is different from anyone I’ve ever met. He’s a force of nature, a tornado that threatens to sweep me away.
I curl into a ball, my arms wrapped around my knees as I try to hold myself together. I can feel myself slipping, losing my grip on reality as Colton’s darkness seeps into the cracks, consuming me from the inside out. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, a silent admission of my weakness, my vulnerability.
But I won’t give in. Not until I do what I came here to do.
The following morning, I blink my eyes open, my mind still hazy from the emotional night before.
Colton lies beside me, his chest rising and falling with the steady rhythm of sleep, his features relaxed and almost peaceful.
For a moment, I allow myself to study him, to take in the sharp angles of his face, the curve of his lips, the long lashes that flutter against his cheeks. In this state, he looks almost innocent, a far cry from the dark creature that haunts my waking hours.
I slip away, my movements slow and deliberate, careful not to wake him. As I make my way through the cabin, my mind is already whirring, formulating a plan, a way to regain control of the situation.
Colton thinks he owns me, that he’s broken me down and made me perfect for his twisted fantasy. But he’s wrong. He doesn’t know the depths of my resolve, the strength of my determination.
I won’t be his pet, his possession, oh no . I need to shift the power dynamic, to take back control before it’s too late. If I continue to resist Colton head-on, I’ll only fuel his obsession, his need to dominate and possess me. No, I need a different approach, one that will lull him into a false sense of security, make him believe that he’s won.
I have no choice. I can’t let Colton break me, can’t let him consume me until there’s nothing left but a hollow shell. I have a mission, a purpose that transcends his desires.
And I’ll do whatever it takes to see it through.
Footsteps echo behind me, and I turn to see Colton entering the kitchen, his hair tousled from sleep. My heart skips a beat like the horny bitch she is, but then I clear my throat. “Morning.”
He pauses when he sees me, a slow smile spreading across his lips. “Good morning, beautiful,” he purrs, his voice like velvet against my skin. “Sleep well?”
I force a smile, pushing down the flicker of unease. “Like a baby,” I lie, turning back to the window.
Colton moves closer, his body radiating heat and intensity. I can feel his eyes on me, drinking in every curve, every movement. It’s a physical caress, one that sets my nerves on edge even as a part of me craves his attention. “You seem different this morning,” he murmurs, his breath hot against the back of my neck. “More...relaxed.”
“Well, you did save me yesterday,” I respond, my voice soft, almost coy. “I’m grateful.”
His eyes darken, a flicker of desire igniting within their depths. He takes a step closer, his free hand snaking around my waist and pulling me against him.
“You don't need to be grateful,” he growls, his lips brushing against my ear. “I protect what’s mine.”
I lean into him, allowing my body to mold against his, playing the part of the submissive, willing partner. Inside, my heart is racing, my mind whirring with a thousand different calculations and contingencies. “Show me,” I whisper, my voice a breathless plea. “Show me what it means to be yours.”
Colton’s eyes blaze with need, and in that moment, I know I have him. He’s so consumed by his desire, so blinded by his need to possess me, that he can’t see the trap I’m setting.
He crushes his lips against mine, his kiss searing and possessive, a claiming that sets my blood on fire. I respond with equal fervor, pouring every ounce of myself into the performance, selling the lie with every fiber of my being.
As his hands roam my body, branding me as his, I allow myself to get lost in the moment, to surrender to the twisted desire that binds us together. But even as I lose myself in his embrace, a part of me remains detached, coldly calculating the next move.