Bound by Sin: The Beginning of a Prophecy (Prophecy #3) by Stevie J. Cole Read Free Book Online

tried to move seemed to anger him, and he forced them back with a slight growl.
    Without much warning, the tension that had pent up was released. My muscles constricted, my back arched like an electric bolt had just been set through me, and a scream that sounded tortured bled from my throat. My fingers sank into Gavin’s sweat-soaked back, my knuckles tightening to the point of cramping. My leg pushed down and Gavin slammed it back in place. I felt like all control had been handed over to him, like I no longer owned the first cell in my body. The pulse of pleasure crashed back over me, crushing my lungs and forcing another long scream to fly from my mouth. I couldn’t catch my breath and a sharp ringing formed in my ears. A wolfish grin had pushed the corners of Gavin’s mouth up, and for a moment I feared he was about to devour me. I tried telling him to stop, but my mouth refused to form words. I closed my eyes as my hands fell from his back and smacked down into the puddle of water beneath me. His body stiffened, his hands slapping next to each side of my face as he collapsed on top of me. His chest heaved and pressed me harder into the floor with each large breath.
    I’d neve r felt the pleasure I’d just drowned in. Drugged. I felt drugged and dazed and like this creature pressing over me may have very well just taken my soul from me.
    Wicked, deadly , and unadulterated sin. My sin. My darkness. My fate. Gavin Hunter was my beautifully darkened fate.

    My legs were moving so fast. Each time they pounded against the ground , a splitting pain shot up my legs. I couldn’t see where I was going so I ran with my hands out in front of me, fearing what they may find.
    “Brooke,” a raspy voice called out, the hiss of his tone echoing off whatever was hidden within the impenetrable blackness.
    I froze. Trying to still my breath, I prayed that whatever this was wouldn’t be able to see me in the dark.
    Laughter broke the silence. It was deep and wretched, dripping with a sense of pride at having found me. “Brooke. You thought you could hide? You thought he could keep you safe?” Another fit of laughter bounced around me and my entire body tensed up. The sound of my heart galloping inside my chest was almost deafening.
    I felt cold, rough fingers scratch over my back and before I could run, a set of hands had gripped me tightly by the throat.
    “ Do you believe in the devil?” the creature whispered, his decaying breath choking me as his hand strangled me. “He’s damned, you know? But you…” I felt scales brush against my cheek as he drew in a long breath and released a pleased groan. “You. You have the power to save even the devil.”
    I felt a pointed nail press into m y throat and tear into my flesh. Hot blood gushed from the wound and trickled down my neck.
    L etting out a loud gasp, I sat up in the bed. Sweat was dripping from my body, my heart was flopping in my chest, and I fought to catch my breath. I frantically searched my surroundings in an effort to reorient myself. Drawing my knees up to my chest, I leaned my head forward into my palms. My neck still felt as though the creature’s nail had pressed against it and I quickly wiped under my throat to make sure there wasn’t really blood weeping from a wound. Nothing.
    Never had I experienced a dream that’s vividness carried over into reality like that. Forcing my breath to slow, I recited the all-too-familiar phrase over and over in my head. It was just a dream. Wasn’t real. A dream. I stared at the thick, grey curtains across the room. Although they were drawn, the smallest amount of yellow sunlight peeped in from their sides.
    I glanced over at Gavin and he lay perfectly still, deep in sleep. One arm rested on his chest and the other stretched out toward me. His fingers extended and brushed against my leg. Even in his sleep he wouldn’t let me out of his reach.
    I slipped out f rom the thick comforter and tiptoed across the cold floor toward