Page 17 of Fractured

Until next time,

Ravenmaster

My stalker is such a dominant psycho. He’s the perfect match for me. I can’t wait to meet him.

I pick up the polaroid and study the close up image of my sleeping form. He’s tucking a lock of hair around my ear, and you can clearly see the hickey on my neck. On the back of the picture is more writing.

If you let him touch you again, I’ll leave my own mark on you.

Promises, promises, dear. Don’t make threats you aren’t willing to follow through on…

My phone chirps and I find an unfamiliar name pop up.

Forever Watching: You’re late.

Scrolling through the downloaded message history, I instantly know it’s Vander messaging me. Glancing at the clock, I find it’s two minutes past the normal time I arrive at the gym. I’m nothing if not punctual. So much for the days where he would just wait for me to take my sweet ass time and show up whenever the fuck I felt like it.

Jumping from my warm covers, I throw on a sports bra, a tight pair of workout shorts, and slip into my tennis shoes. If he wants to call me out on being late to the workouts he keeps crashing, then I’ll make him pay with having to watch me in barely nothing.

The moment I saunter into the gym, Vander sucks in a sharp breath and glares at me. I never expected him to be fooled into thinking my outfit was an accident, and he doesn’t disappoint. “Someone’s in a mood this morning. Playing dirty today, Remi?”

I blow him a kiss and turn my back as I walk toward the treadmill to warm up. Seconds later, a warm chest is pressed against my back. His breath sends chills down my spine as it tickles the hairs at the nape of my neck. “This is going to backfire on you. And I’ll enjoy every second of it.” His threat has heat pooling between my thighs as my nipples tighten painfully.

Damn it.

Vander is true to his word. I very much regret my choice to tease him. As he runs through the self defense maneuvers we’ve been working on, it’s all I can do to not make a fool of myself as I’m constantly distracted with the sensation of his skin against mine. Already sweaty from the cardio and weight sets we did before we got down to training, the slick coating on our skin only adds to the tension as we slip against each other with every twist and turn. Each movement heightened more by our flushed and over-sensitised skin.

We’ve been at it for a while now, so I know Vander will call it quits any time now. “Do you remember how to get out of the chokehold?” he quizzes me.

“Seeing as how we’ve gone over it about fifty times over the last several days, if I didn’t remember, you should probably take me to get a brain scan,” I reply with an eye roll.

“Good,” Vander says in my ear. His bare chest presses against my back and his arm wraps around my shoulders. When his hand curls around my neck, I forget about using any of the techniques he taught me. Instead, I sag into his hold, and when his free hand lands on my hip, I start to grind my ass into his already stiff rod.

“Remington,” he admonishes on a pained breath. His fingers flex on my hip like he’s trying to keep himself from roaming. I place my own hands on his, encouraging him to at least keep his hold on me.

Before I can see it coming, he kicks my feet out from under me, and I go crashing to the mat. My breath is knocked from my chest, and any chance I have of regaining it is stolen when Vander straddles me. My hands instinctively move to trace the perfectly sculpted abs and pecks on display before me, sliding easily through the sweat beaded against his skin before being brutally ripped away and slammed into the ground next to my head.

His body covers mine, and his nose traces a line up my neck until his lips brush my ear. As he leans forward against me, his cock brushes against my cunt. Lifting my hips, I’m able to press myself into him, and with a slight jerk on his part, the large mushroom head bumps into my clit. We need to strip the clothes between us…

“You need to go get laid, Remington. Because you and me? We can never happen. Scratch that itch and get me out of your head. I need you to focus during these training sessions.”

I’m still processing what he says by the time he’s already up and walking out the door. Once again he’s left me behind after giving me one hell of a mixed message and a sanctimonious tease. I sit up and hold my head in both hands before releasing a scream.

More and more, Vander is making me lose all sense of control around him. Five years and I never once gave him a second glance, and now all of a sudden I crave his closeness, the growling threats he gives me, and the dark looks sent my way when I’m flirting with another man. Now he’s telling me to go off and fuck someone else so I’m not thinking of him? Fuck him!

I storm out of the room with ideas of the perfect stress relief. The shooting range is calling my name, time to play with my new pretty.

nine

I’m just setting myself up to begin shooting when I feel someone approaching behind me. Vander knows better than to approach me right now, so I instantly know it’s someone else. “Hey there, my name’s Jasper. I’m the new instructor here,” the man calls out as he steps up behind me..

Vander’s stiff posture catches my eye as he watches the man cautiously, checking him over for any sign of a threat. I turn around to face the man, intent on rejecting his inevitable offer to teach me how to shoot. I’ve been shooting for years, and even have junior marksman awards to my name before I stopped competing.

When I turn around with a sigh, I’m surprised by what I see. The last instructor to work out of this shooting range was a man in his fifties with salt and pepper hair and a beer gut that made you question if he was a professional alcoholic. The fine specimen in front of me now is the complete opposite.

With all the gorgeous men I’ve been meeting lately, you’d think I’d made a deal with the devil. But if being surrounded by men like this for the rest of my life costs me my soul...I’m getting the better end of the bargain. Lucifer already owns my darkness, maybe this is my reward for letting it out.

Jasper wears a black polo that shows off his biceps and stretches across his chest, his smile beaming at me as he takes me in just as much as I do him. And what soul-consuming eyes he has. They are a cold, hard blue that’s in direct competition with the warmth of his smile. It doesn’t take a genius to know that he hides something behind them as they sweep over me in a sharp calculating way, trying to find any weaknesses I may show. To top it all off, quite literally, is his light brown hair that is teased in such a way, that it screams for me to run my fingers through it as I devour his plush lips.

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