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If you’re still with me, sit the fuck down and turn that page like a good girl.
Not with each finger on my left hand inked down to the first knuckle and bold black lines carving up my neck to touch my throat.
He’d been handsome from a distance. Five feet away from me, he was startlingly beautiful.
She was challenging me. Those types didn’t like to lose. They pushed back when you pushed them.
She’d be my greatest conquest.
I waited, hating every second I was reduced to this… this… stalker in the dark. Lusting after a girl.
My hand slipped over my cock until I exploded, spilling my seed on her threshold, marking my territory.
I wanted to ruin her. Ruin her so fucking fully–so completely–that I was the only man who would ever know how to put her back together again.
I wanted her and I was going to have her, it was only a matter of when.
“No, little lamb. I’m not going to kill you,” he said, his eyes roaming my face in the dark, making me feel his intentions like a fire held too close to flesh. “I’m going to keep you.”
That’s right, little lamb, you want this. You want me. You crave the touch of the monster in the dark.
If Emily returned to this place, she wouldn’t be his daughter anymore, not the one he recognized. Already her past was burning to worthless ash. I was her future.
“Don’t pretend it’s only fear that has your heart pounding, little lamb. In the deepest parts of yourself, you crave this. You crave me.” “I hate you.”
My cock hardened, restrained by the cage of my pants. She’d be the greatest reward I ever delayed my gratification for.
She was exquisite. Her body deserved worship. Men should kill and die to have her.
She didn’t control me. She didn’t possess me. She belonged to me. Mine. Mine to touch. Mine to mold. Mine to break.
Touching her wouldn’t be enough. I wanted to possess her. Wanted to twist her into something that could fit against my broken parts. I didn’t just want her body. I wanted her heart. Her fucking soul. “I want it all.”
“Fuck yourself on my Glock, Emily.” My pussy clenched around the firearm.
😱😏
I came on his gun like some twisted whore with a death wish.
I’d never tire of watching her. Emily was mine and mine alone.
When I told her I wanted everything, I didn’t realize how deeply the meaning ran. I wanted her whole heart. I wanted her to love me like she would never love another person on this vile planet. When I was finished with her, I’d hand her the key to her freedom and I wanted her to drop it at my feet. I wanted her to stay.
Warmth exploded in my chest. I couldn’t explain how absurdly happy it made me that I could make him laugh. It disarmed me, presenting an ordinary, approachable version of himself I never knew I’d be able to access. His handsome features became beautiful when he smiled.
“Was that a yes?” “Yes, little lamb, I’ll order your filthy books.”
“No. Not crazy. Human. And as insane as the story sounds, I know you wouldn’t lie to me, but damn, girl, that shit sounds like something my boss could’ve written, you know?”
That’s what I was thinking🤣
The last thing she said to me as I left her apartment rang in my ears all the way home. “I know you said it couldn’t work out between you and your mystery guy, but stories like yours deserve a better ending.”
I could imagine those lips around my cock as I stroked myself, pumping into my fist. She didn’t wake up when I rubbed the tip over her lips, depositing little spurts of my seed into her mouth.
Whaaaaa😳🤣
I couldn’t have her. Not in the way I wanted. Owning a person wasn’t the same as having one devoted to you.
My Emily. My perfect little lamb. Mine.
Emily didn’t make me weak. She wouldn’t be my end. She made me strong. She would be my new beginning. My salvation. The light in my darkness. The thread of purity woven into my ugliness. My reason for existing.
The three little words I’d been waiting to hear since I’d spoken them to her in the cabin raced over me, through me, consuming me in a way that I knew I’d never return from. Emily was mine. But now I belonged to her, too.
