Deviant(126)

I snapped my head to him and glared into his eyes. “You see, Ian, that’s where you’re wrong. He has hurt me. He’s hurt me so badly that it’s irreversible now. He wanted me broken, and he’s achieved his goal. I will never heal from what he’s done to me. I will never heal from what you’ve done to me.”

Ian’s eyes glazed over as he shook his head. “No. I can fix this, Tyler. I can make it so you’ll never have to worry about a thing again. I love you. Your parents never wanted you with him and you know it. You were always supposed to be with me.”

Bile rose in my throat at the thought that Ian orchestrated this whole thing to get Dean out of my life. The word “devastated” didn’t even come close to how I felt now.

Suddenly, Ian stood up and made a gesture to come towards me. I backed away, realizing then that I had been scared of the wrong person. It wasn’t only Dean who was a deviant. It was Ian, too. But Ian was worse. His actions were based solely upon his own selfish needs.

“Tyler, come on. It’s me you’re talking to here. I would never hurt you.”

My heart drummed, knowing for a fact that lies were spilling from his mouth. “Did you know that Dean was watching that day?” The words came out of me naturally. If he had gone far enough to get Dean’s whole family away from me, who was to say just how far he would have gone.

He sighed again, shaking his head. “I knew he would have come back for you. I thought it would have been longer, but when a friend of mine told me he was in town, I had to act before it was too late. I couldn’t put you in danger like that, Tyler. He needed to be out of your life forever.”

The anger erupted as I eased back from him. “Who are you to decide who gets to be in my life or not? You knew just how much Dean meant to me. I thought he meant something to you, too, but I was obviously wrong.”

It was only when I got close to the door of my bedroom that I realized just how far I had walked backwards. But Ian was still so close. He must have been edging towards me all this time. Looking over my shoulder, I peered into my bedroom as my heart thumped. There seemed to be no escape. Maybe if I dodged him, I would be able to bolt for the door before he could catch up to me.

Looking back at Ian, he saw the hesitation in my eyes before I sprinted. It was too late, though. He was on me in an instant, dragging me back to the bedroom. “Don’t fight me, Tyler. I’m not here to hurt you.”

Screaming, I raised my arm and elbowed him in the ribs as hard as I could. He doubled over in pain, giving me that little bit of time to get away. Unfortunately, I wasn’t fast enough. He grabbed me from behind, placing a hand over my mouth as he dragged me to my bed. With one quick tug, he threw me onto the bed and held my arms above me in a vice-like grip.

“Do you want me to tie you up and fuck your brains out like Dean did? Do you want to be abused and taken against your will? Is that what you get kick out of, Tyler? I certainly wouldn’t mind obliging.”

I inhaled a deep breath, ready to launch my anger at him. I was no longer afraid. I was hopping mad. “Fuck you,” I seethed through my teeth, trying desperately to break free from him.

His lips were on me within a flash, delving his tongue into my mouth. He was so fierce, so determined, I could feel the metallic taste of my own blood in my mouth.

He broke the kiss, easing back to look at my face. I tried in vain to break free, but he was strong. Stronger than I always thought him to be.

“I always knew you had a dark side to you, Tyler. I think I like it.” He pressed his erection into me to emphasize his point. “Maybe if I just took you without your permission, it would make you want me like you want him. What if I just fucked you hard and fast until you came all around me. Would you then choose me over him?”

I wriggled and fought, but it was no use. “Get off me!” I screamed, knowing full well he wasn’t going to let me go.

He dived his head down again to kiss me, but this time I tuned my head to the side. Ian smiled down at me. “So, this is how you want to play it?”

Holding both my wrists with one hand, Ian pulled something out of his trouser pocket. The minute I saw the rope, I screamed, trying to kick and wriggle with all my might.

“Ah, Tyler. You know you want this.” He wound the rope around my wrists and tied one end to the bed. Once he was finished, he looked down at me with a heated desire I had never seen on him. I didn’t know who was sicker. Me, for letting this situation go on for so long, or Ian, for thinking this was the lifestyle I truly wanted. I could see it in his eyes. He actually believed that if he raped me, like he thought Dean did, I would want him. What he didn’t realise was I had always wanted my stranger because he was Dean. I had never wanted anyone but Dean.