Forbidden Sensations: A Dark Romance by Savannah Rose (best ereader for pdf and epub .TXT) 📗

Her other hand was against my chest, kneading my flesh, squeezing, releasing, squeezing, releasing… and god help me, it felt so good.

“Don't do this,” I said, knowing full well it wouldn't make any difference to her.

Whatever I said, whatever case I plead, it was damned if I did, damned if I didn't. When her hand beneath the water wrapped around my cock, already halfway to erect, I jerked backward. But she held on good and tight. So, so tight.

“Dear lord,” she commented, increasing her pressure, increasing my desire. “I could stick it in a snow drift, and it would still get hard. What, you have bionics installed down there?”

She tugged on me.

Faster.

Tighter.

“...don't, Sophia...” I clenched my teeth, my eyes.

I couldn't go through this again. Not again.

“Don't what? Don't you want to come, Maddy?”

She let go, suddenly. Slid around to face me, and wrapped her legs around my waist. The tip of my cock was so close to her sex, so close… Just another inch…maybe two. Ah, my cock was desperate to taste her. Fuck the water, it was her wetness that it craved. Her wetness it wanted to teach a fucking lesson.

Her hand went to my jaw, the pad of her finger on my lips, drawing them apart, as if she wanted to kiss me.

“Open your eyes.”

I did.

She sighed, heavily, through her nose, but kept her finger on my lips, and stared at me with the coldest eyes I'd ever seen.

“Have you ever killed anybody?” she asked.

Oh, fuck, I thought.

She'd brought the knife with her. Or my razor. She was going to gut me like a cow in a slaughter house, wasn’t she? This is how it was going to end, and a very, very tiny part of me believed I deserved it. I don't know why I thought that. I was afraid, I wasn't thinking clearly, and I didn't want to die.

“No,” I shook my head.

And the eyes that I didn't think could get any colder went to sub zero. “You really believe that.”

“Sofia, I –”

“My name's not Sofia,” she snapped. It was almost like I’d offended her by using the name she told me to use. She whispered something under her breath and pushed herself away from me before swimming to the edge of the pond, and pulling herself out of the water.

“It… it's not?” I said, and the words sounded dumb as fuck when I said them.

I didn't know what else to say, though. This girl was a game player. A cock tease in the ultimate sense of the word. Also completely off her rocker, so no matter what I said, it wouldn't matter.

She wrung out her hair, and laid down upon a flat rock, allowing the sun to dry her. Droplets ran down the sides of her breasts, her legs, her skin covered in goosebumps, but she didn't seem to mind.

A breeze rustled the fawns of the trees, and she brought herself up to her elbows, shielded her eyes, and looked to the sky.

Propping herself up on her arms, she gazed at the horizon. The breeze grew to more of a wind, and blew back her long, dark hair. I was unable to look away. The woman whose name was not Sofia was enchanting. Beautiful. A form that exquisite should be immortalized in the finest of marble.

I began to shiver, and wondered when she was going to let me out of the water.

If, she would let me out of the water.

“Sofi- um, I… what should I call you?”

She stood up, and began to dress. Slipped her legs into the skirt, then her arms into my shirt. Picked up her flare gun, and ran her fingers through her hair again. It kept getting in her face, what with the wind picking up and all.

The sun was slowly starting to disappear behind billowing clouds of gray. I looked down, and saw the surface of the water rippling in tiny white caps.

“I'll… I'll just keep calling you Sofia, okay?”

More dumb words, yes, but I was starting to panic. There was a storm on its way, I was still chained to a tree branch, and the woman I was calling 'Sofia' didn't appear to have any interest in helping me out of the situation.

She stepped off the rock, scratched her chin with the flare gun, and said, “I told you my name's not Sofia. Not my first name, anyway.”

“Okay, well… what, what is your first name? I'd really like to know. Will you tell me?”

“You're scared, aren't you, Maddox?”

Maddox. Not 'Maddy'.

There was no smile to her face, amused or disdained, I wasn’t sure. One way or the other, I didn’t like that smile because that smile didn’t mean anything good. “It's Ramona,” she said. “My name is Ramona.”

That was a lovely name, fit her, too, but if I said so, she'd blast my stomach open.

“That name mean anything to you?” she asked, having to raise her voice to be heard over the escalating rush of the wind. The cold, cold wind. The whitecaps of the pond were growing, raindrops fell against the surface, and the name 'Ramona' meant absolutely nothing to me.

I wished it did.

God, how I wished it did.

The rain blew against my face, and it stung. I winced, shut my eyes against it, and when I opened them, saw her stepping closer.

Her, and her gun.

Her, and those eyes.

“Ramona Sanchez,” she said. “Still nothing?”

“I'm not… I'm not in a great place to remember anything,” I replied, looking at the barrel of the flare gun. It was a hell of a lot bigger than her original weapon of choice.

“You're in the perfect place,” she said, wiping the rain from her forehead.

A crack of lightning cut through the sky. Seconds later, an angry clap of thunder. A storm was rolling in, and it was rolling in fast.

I looked up to the tree from which I hung – thick, thorny, and tall. Lightning would like it a lot. What