THE TEMPTRESS

||Cemetery||

•STEPHANIE•

The cemetery's chilly breeze had been biting into my skin, and it hit me that we'd been here for over an hour.

Taking a few steps back, Kaden noticed and turned towards me, curious. "What are you doing?"

"Leaving. You should go too."

He faced me completely, and I stepped back, keeping a safe distance. I couldn't forget what he did to Russ. The memory came rushing back, and if he didn't leave soon, I might just lose it.

"Where are you gonna go?"

"None of your business," I snapped. "Look, now isn't the right time. Let's just pretend we didn't meet here and go our separate ways, okay?"

Turning to leave, he grabbed my arm, stopping me. 

"I'm not letting you walk away like this. It's not safe."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, even though it was too dark for him to see. 

"I don't need your concern. I can take care of myself, thanks."

Shrugging off his grip, I turned around, but he blocked my path.

"What does this mean for us now? You're breaking the agreement?" He asked, annoyance in his tone.

"Maybe I should. This isn't as fun as it used to be."

Silence lingered between us. He stayed quiet, but I could sense his anger. A chill ran down my spine, and it wasn't just from the cold.

He let out a low chuckle, and confusion furrowed my brow. The chuckle grew into a mocking laugh.

"Oh God, that's the funniest shit I've heard all day," he said.

"I wasn't kidding."

"No," he began, taking a threatening step closer. "But the fact that you even thought you could walk away from me is quite hilarious."

A sliver of panic crept in as I stumbled back, and he closed in on me. My lower back hit something hard, and turning around, I realized it was the mausoleum stone.

"The deal's not off until I say it's off. You're not making any decisions to walk away unless I allow you to."

His body pressed against mine, and the mausoleum stone dug into my back sharply.

"You can't keep me forever. If I wanted to leave, I will. Even if I have to kill you for it," I argued back.

I could feel him smiling in the dark as he reached up, pushing a lock of hair behind my ear. He suddenly gripped both my hands together in one hand before shoving a metal object between them, guiding my hands to hold onto it tight.

It only took me a few seconds to realize it was actually a gun.

"Do it, then," he told me, pushing my hands forward so that the barrel of the gun pressed against the center of his chest.

"I'm giving you the chance now," he growled low in my face.

"You're right. The only way you can walk away free from me is if you plant a bullet inside me," he gripped my hands tighter, and I felt the point of the gun digging harder into his skin.

"Do it."

"Kaden-"

"Do it!" He shouted more angrily. "Pull the fucking trigger, Stephanie."

His tone triggered my rage, and I immediately pulled the safety off. He stepped back, and I pointed the gun at his chest with one hand.

The tension thickened in the air, caught between the lines of hate and need. The longer I kept pointing the gun at him, the stronger the dilemma got.

"You wanna leave that badly? Then pull the trigger, Stephanie. None of us is gonna back down from this, and only one of us is going to leave this cemetery alive. So do it."

Pain suddenly gripped my heart, clawing its way inside me. I tightened my hand around the gun, and my finger slightly pressed the trigger.

I could do it right here and get away with it. Just let me end this tonight...

I exhaled a sigh and slowly lowered the gun, my arm falling limp by my side.

"That's what I thought," he mocked, along with a chuckle.

He pressed close once again, making my heart skip a beat in surprise. His hand rested on the side of my neck, and I could feel his lips hovering above mine.

"You can't escape me. Even if you try, I'll always find you. Stop running away from yourself too because we both know you wanted this as much as I do."

His lips crashed onto mine before I could utter a word. A whimper escaped me, and I struggled to keep my balance.

His hands gripped my waist, and suddenly, he lifted me up to sit on top of the mausoleum. I pulled away with a gasp of surprise.

"Don't," I warned, staring at his face. "This is wrong. We shouldn't be doing this here."

"Why not? I don't mind having fun at the cemetery. It might even be something to cross off my bucket list soon."

Even as my heart dropped with disappointment, the situation kinda sparked a strange thrill in me. I can't tell if it's the excitement or the fear of fuckinge in a cemetery that brought on this weird vibe.

"That's even more reason why it's messed up. We're literally standing over my parents' grave," I shot back, pretending to be annoyed.

"They're six feet under. What's the worst they can do? Spook me?"

I rolled my eyes and tried to move away from the mausoleum, but he kept me there with his hand firmly on my sides and his lower body between my legs.

"What they should do." He started while pressing his lips lightly on mine. "Is watch how I'm gonna fuck their daughter's sweet cunt on top of their grave."

I rested my elbows behind me as he leaned down over me. His lips showering kisses down my neck, and his hands began tugging at my shorts.

My mind couldn't muster up any excuses to put a halt to what was unfolding. My body, too, was playing along, betraying any resistance.

It's crazy, yet there's this dangerously good and thrilling aspect to it. I despised myself for relishing every moment of it.

I can't help but feel sorry for my pretend parents' spirits, likely observing nearby as two strangers were on the verge of getting it on atop their mausoleum.

"If you even consider breaking our deal again, I'll take you down with me," Kaden whispered against my lips, unzipping my jacket and fondling my tits through the airy tank top I wore beneath.

His touch intensified, and a suppressed moan slipped out as he sealed his lips with mine once more.

Abruptly breaking the kiss, he held my chin firmly.

"I should've warned you when we first met. There's no escaping me, no matter what. Break the deal or not, you're already mine."

A gasp escaped me when he thrust his cock inside me. All my previous thoughts faded away, and my senses went into overdrive.

"So, if I'm going down, you're going down with me. If you're planning to kill me, well, I'll have to do the same to you. That's how this is going to work. Got that?"

His words echoed against my skin as his movements intensified, and I clutched his shoulder, holding on for dear life as he shoved back inside me with brutal force.

"You." Thrust. "Belong." Thrust. "To me."