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For anyone who thinks getting stalked by a fictional character is sexy, this is for you.
Justice is a mistress that calls my name and pulls me into her embrace to fuck me. And leave me bereft. Empty. Wanting a closure I’ll never possess.
Although I still can’t understand why people mourn evil. They should be relieved there’s one less murderous individual in the world. One less man who preys upon innocent women and children. I suspect it’s because they’re not aware of the vile acts their loved ones committed. If they were, they’d express fear, not sadness.
Grave humor from me. How rare… and amusing.
Most women are delicate, in need of protection. But only in the physical sense. Emotionally, they are more intelligent, more in tune with the feelings that tend to dominate their lives.
Specifically, the soft, tender ones: adoration and compassion. Whether that’s caring for another, or even love. Whatever the name, they lead to weakness. Which results in pain and suffering.
“You caused pain before and after your death. If I could kill you again, I would.”
The fragrance of the bloom fills my nostrils, along with the scent of the woman who now invades my thoughts.
She’s a mystery. A problem. One that I intend to solve and be rid of. No matter the cost. Or else the price I’ll pay will be my sanity—what little still remains.
‘Do you want me to come over and eat your pussy till you come on my face?’”
I won’t kill her, because it goes against my code of ethics. However, invading her privacy doesn’t.
“If the next words out of your mouth aren’t an apology, then you’ll lose your tongue,”
I believe that people have different facets to their personality. But I never would’ve guessed that Mr. Bennett, the prosecuting attorney who tried to imprison my father, would be the same man who also possessed a degree of chivalry. Or that he’d execute it on my behalf.
a wet dream in a suit,
Look, all I’m saying is, after what Mr. Hot-as-fuck Bennett did today, I wouldn’t be so quick to judge him.”
Family isn’t defined by a number of people or the social construct. It’s defined by the number of heartbeats, shared laughs, and a love that goes beyond borders or restrictions.
That’s where monsters hide. Not out in the open, but under your bed and in your closet. Within your home and other places where you’re most vulnerable. Where they can be close to you.
“The girl with the braid,” I say, not bothering to waste words. Miss Green is alone, and I won’t leave her unprotected longer than necessary. “What did she want?” “Why should I tell you?” “Because you want to live.” He jerks back, the drink in his hand spilling over the sides of the glass. “Look, man, I don’t want any trouble.” “Then answer the question.” “Okay, right. She asked about getting a job here.” I narrow my eyes. “What did you say?” “I said, ‘yes.’ She’s young and pretty, which is what we want around here.” “No.” “No?” he parrots, his brow furrowing. “No, she will not have a job
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After weeks of study, I thought I’d understand her by now. While I do have copious amounts of information about her, it’s not the same thing. I want, no, I need to comprehend why this woman draws me to her like no other. Why I’m protecting her at all costs. Today was a prime example. I threatened to kill a man in public, for fuck’s sake. Despite the connections I have with the police and others who’d “handle” this situation, the attorney in me couldn’t believe I acted so rashly. However, the man in me, the primal side that I keep concealed from the world? It didn’t give a fuck.
Someone, another man no less, threatened what belongs to me.
Usually, I leave once she’s inside with the door locked behind her, but tonight I’m lingering, wanting another glimpse of her. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Now, in my fantasy, her hazel eyes are like a beacon of light, the pureness of her soul radiating outward, so contrary to the darkness found in me. I’ve finally recognized this is one of the things that draws me to her.
“You don’t have to like him. You just have to fuck him.”
“If I’m right and he shows up here, then you have to flirt with Mr. Be-my-lawyer-daddy Bennett.
“Stay seated,” Bennett says, his voice danger in auditory form. “This doesn’t involve you. Only this man since he foolishly touched what doesn’t belong to him.” “What the hell are you talking about?” Grady shouts. Bennett jerks his chin in my direction. His eyes are bright in the dim lighting, the fierce emotions within shining like diamonds. “She’s mine.”
Bennett crouches, bringing his face close to Grady’s and whispers, “Apologize to Miss Green for putting your filthy hands on her. Then apologize to me for touching what’s mine.”
I wouldn’t want to dance with the devil either. Yet he’s right beside me.
“You need me. Not this fucking job or anything else,” he says. “Now, get in the car before I carry you.”
I’ve never been manhandled in my entire life, but from the way my heart pounds and my blood races through my veins, I suspect I’m not as opposed to it as I should be.
“Don’t try to run,” he says, staring into my eyes. “I can see you want to, but don’t.” “Why?” “I will always chase you.”
“Stop looking at me like that.” I flick my gaze to his. “What?” “Stop looking at me like you want my hands on your body.” He inhales as if to keep a hold on himself, his knuckles turning white as he grips the steering wheel. “If I touch you, I won’t ever stop.”
“Fear is healthy. It keeps you from hurting yourself.” He pauses, his gaze far away, distant. “But it doesn’t stop you from getting hurt by others.”
“Do you want to hurt me?” “Sometimes.” His answer, immediate and honest, steals my breath. I bite my tongue to ground myself, but also to keep from saying anything that’ll provoke him. Maybe I should run, even if he promised he’ll chase me. “Why?” I ask, my whisper barely there. “What did I ever do to you?” “You’ve ruined me, Miss Green.” “Calista. If you’re going to say such things, at least use my name. I think we’re beyond formalities after the events that have transpired tonight.” “I agree, Callie.”
I sneak a glance at him. “No one’s ever called me that.” “And no one else ever will.”
“Give me your address, or we’ll go to mine,” he says. “Either way, you’re coming with me.”
She’s not only gotten under my skin but inside my blood. A person can’t survive without it, without that life force.
She is mine. My reason for feeling alive. My reason for feeling enraged. My reason for feeling anything at all.
Her safety concerns me, even though there are times when I want to hurt her for making my life chaotic. I value control, the need for order and clarity. Yet with her, nothing I do is logical.
this is something worse. Something disturbing.
The only thing I know is that, for whatever reason, this man makes me feel safe even though I shouldn’t. And his displays of violence don’t shock or frighten me. They seduce me.
Her body is a temple I want to be inside and worship until the rapture comes. Then I’ll go straight to hell.
A need that not only lingers but is stronger now that she moaned my name.
“I refuse to be alone in my obsession,” I grit out between clenched teeth. “You will suffer like me. I’ll accept nothing less. Then, maybe we can ease the desperation in one another as I fuck you until there’s nothing left of me, until I’ve lost myself in you so completely that I no longer recognize myself.”
I’m trailing my fingers down her cheek, a sample I can’t deny myself. She hums in her sleep and leans into my touch. “Dreaming of me?” I whisper. “You better fucking be.”
Calista forced me to fuck myself. She pulled my cum from my body with my name on her lips and her moan in my ears. I snap the string holding the pearls together. Selecting a single orb, I place it on the nightstand, right where she’ll see it when she opens her eyes. One pearl for one bit of cum. Until I give her a pearl necklace… all over her skin. Marking her as mine.
I reach into my pocket and retrieve my lighter. He goes still at the subtle click as a single flame appears, dancing when my breath stirs it.
“I warned you,” I say. “I gave you a chance to walk away and you didn’t take it. Instead, you thought you could touch what’s mine. Fuck what’s mine. For that, there’s no devil in hell or god in heaven who can save you. Burn, motherfucker.”
“There’s something you’re not telling me.” She sweeps her gaze over my face as I fight off a blush. “A lot of something.” I bow my head, unable to look at her. “If I tell you, will you promise not to tease me about it?” She salutes me. “Cross my heart and hope to die while in the middle of an orgasm.”
Harper snatches the card from my hand. “‘H. Bennett. Attorney-at-Law. 20010 Greystone Blvd. Suite 901.’ Wow. He didn’t put his first name on it. Talk about boundaries.” She shifts her attention to me, a sly smile playing about her lips. “And yet, the elusive Mr. Bennett gave you his first name.” He didn’t just give it to me. He ordered me to use it.
“She is a person of great interest to me and should be shown the ultimate respect at all times. Whenever she requests to speak to me, you will contact me immediately and put all of my other plans on hold. There’s nothing and no one more important than her. Understood?”
