Page 73 of Monstrous Urges

Holy shit.

He’s not even undressed. He’s wearing a black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up his rippling, muscled forearms, and black dress pants—unbuttoned and unzipped, his fat, swollen, glistening cock hanging out heavy and thick along with his balls.

But it’s his face that sends something not okay tingling eagerly though my core.

He’s wearing the mask again: the matte-black devil mask from before, his piercing blue eyes stabbing through the eyeholes and searing into mine.

“Well?” he growls with a dark, amused smirk on his gorgeous lips. He glances down at his glistening wet cock. A thick white bead of cum is dripping from the slit at the head of his crown and slowly trickling down his fat, veined shaft.

My breath catches as I stare at his cock and pull my gaze up to his malevolent smirk.

“Good little sluts clean up the messes they make…”

Holy shit.

My bottom lip retreats between my teeth. Heat explodes across my face.

But there’s no ignoring the raw hunger churning deep inside of me.

My eyes lift to his, holding his fierce gaze through the mask as I lean forward. My tongue slips out, and slowly, I lick the head of his cock.

Drazen’s jaw clenches, and a low, satisfied grunt rumbles in his chest. His cock swells and throbs as I lick it again and again, tracing my tongue up and down his thick shaft and his swollen head, licking and sucking until I’ve cleaned every trace of him and I off it.

For a second, I think there’s going to be more. I even think I want more, even if my body is utterly abused and worn out. I can barely move as he rubs the head of his dick over my lips and groans to himself.

“Good girl.”

Drazen stands. Without any fanfare, he tucks his cock back into his pants and zips them back up. Then, without a word, he turns and walks off into the night.

“The rowboat is chained and locked, for what it’s worth,” he tosses over his shoulder. “But nice try.”

Then, he’s gone, leaving me panting and squirming on the ground—my dress half ripped off, my panties around my knees, and his cum dripping over my skin.

16

DRAZEN

It’s not her.

For some reason, I can’t escape the doubt and the hesitation creeping into my head.

Beyond the logic that screams that the woman I’ve brought here can’t be Annika, because I fucking saw Annika’s body, there’s another voice adding its opinion to the mix.

It’s not like I ever touched Annika before. We never even kissed at the wedding—it was abundantly clear that neither of us was remotely interested. But now that I have touched her, in almost every way I possibly could, it’s like I’m pulling back the hazy curtain of rage and revenge that’s been clouding my ability and truly seeing her.

And I have…questions.

At least half of those are questions directed at myself. “What the fuck are you doing” is top of the list. But that still leaves plenty of bandwidth for questions about the woman I’ve just chased through the darkness and fucked like a savage.

Back in my office, I open my laptop again. I can still taste her on my tongue and smell her on my fingers. Still feel her wet, greedy pussy clenched so fucking snug and tight around my cock. But I focus on the screen in front of me as best as I can, bringing up a new email from Dimitri.

I asked him to dig deeper.

He delivered.

The files delve a little deeper into Taylor Crown’s past. I frown as I read the police report, getting thoroughly confused.

Her parents were Paul and Lea Crown. They lived in Washington, DC.

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