Dangerous Desires

Myla

On our second day at the cabin, Deacon brings me over to the field of sunflowers that brighten up the sky, standing as tall as I am. His mood has shifted, his angry persona has molded into sweetness, and his smile is finally back. We didn't talk about the events that took place on Halloween, we sort of just forgot about them even though the murder is still in the front of my mind. He asked me not to pry, so I chose not to ask him, trying to abide by his wishes so we can have a good weekend. He walks over to me from the back of the cabin, carrying a gun in each of his hands.

The deadly smirk on his face sends chills throughout my body and heat rushing between my thighs. Clenching them doesn't rid the pleasurable ache that's there, but if I'm being honest, I haven't been able to get rid of said ache since I first laid eyes on Deacon. I watch his stride and keep my eyes fixated on his, standing still as I wait for him to get closer to me. When he approaches me, stopping about a foo