Page 73 of Unholy Bonds

“She’s talented, man. Really.”

“That is… twisted,” I said, studying the stag and its eyes… empty, broken eyes filled with accusation. The details were so perfect, and the pain in the stag’s eyes—this must be a woman haunted by the shadows of her own.

Enzo handed me an invite. “What’s this invite for?”

“You know… the gallery I visited. They’re hosting a charity gala slash art exhibit showcasing various artists. The theme is life and death. I know you’ll enjoy it.”

“I’ll try to come. Does your artist, the one who drew the crow… would she be there as well?” I asked, studying my friend and the way his smile exploded.

“I don’t know. I’m hoping she’ll be there,” Enzo said. “She needs more exposure.”

I looked at Enzo thoughtfully, wondering if my friend was falling for a woman.

“Are you… you know—” I asked, and he frowned. I had never seen him with anyone, not as long as I had known him. He told me he had a girlfriend once, but it all went to shit after Hanna’s death. “Are you attracted to this woman in the tweed jacket?”

“I don’t know.” Enzo shrugged as I stood up.

“Will you ever know?” I asked, and he let out a long breath, his eyes empty.

“I don’t know.”

“What do you know, then?” I studied him with a frown.

“That you’re going to give in to Doctor Death sooner or later,” he said with a wink in my direction. “You’re too distracted, and I know you hate being distracted. You’ll eventually lose this game. It’ll be better if you just give in now. Why go through all that suffering to…”

I was fucking trying to do the right thing.

I don’t want to do the right thing. I only want to do her…

“Fuck you, man.”

“No, thank you. I would rather you fuck Doctor Death.”

Cursing him, I walked to my car and drove home. It was a long day, and I wanted my bed. I wanted to sleep.

I was getting ready for bed when my phone flashed with a message.

Little Killer: I have my toy inside my pussy—I would rather it was you inside me now, but… do you want to make me come? Please?

Little Killer: I’m being a good girl for you, Ryden. I even said please. Come on. Don’t make me beg on my knees. But I beg so good…

My fingers trembled, and my body burned. My breath came out in a heated gasp as the image of her on her knees overtook my head.

“Fucking no way. You can’t torture me like this. I’m already losing all my convictions to stay the fuck away from you, Yara,” I whispered, gripping the pillow tighter. I couldn’t lose this game. I knew I couldn’t.

Little Killer: You don’t want to? Then I think it’s time I give up.

“Yes. Give up. Fucking do. Why are you so stubborn, Yara? I can’t stop if you push me further.”

Little Killer: And call Josh.

“Who the fuck is Josh? I’ll kill him. I’ll fucking kill him,” I grunted, quickly opening that little tempting app flashing with pink letters. My finger went to the play button, and I hesitated for a minute. With a growl, I pushed it and groaned. I could almost envision her… moaning, writhing, begging for me. Why was it so difficult to do the right thing?

I waited a few seconds before increasing the vibe speed. My cock twitched, begging for attention. With my other hand, I freed my cock and started to stroke it in rhythm to the pulse of the vibrator.

“I wish I could hear you scream…” My fingers tightened around my cock at the same time I increased the speed further, then slowed it down before pushing it up again.

I got another message soon enough, and this one was an audio file of her screaming my name out as she came. “Oh, oh, Ryden… OH!”

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