Page 2 of Primal

Great. This is just perfect.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly open the bedroom door and peer out into the hallway. It’s almost pitch black, but the moonlight from Grandma’s partially open blinds illuminates the path in front of me. I quickly dart out of the room and into hers and lock the door behind me. I grab her purse out of the rocking chair and empty it, but her phone isn’t here.

“Where the fuck is it?” I hiss, scanning the room for the old flip phone.

“Looking for this?”

I scream and nearly jump out of my skin at the sound of the silky-smooth voice. A tall man, dressed in black from head to toe, is standing by the bed next to Grandma. He’s holding a gun in one hand and her phone in the other, as if to taunt me. His face is hidden beneath a black ski mask, but his deep blue eyes bore into me like I’m his next meal, and his plush lips curve into a devilish grin.

“Who are you?” I whisper, voice quivering with fear. My stomach is fluttering with nerves and anticipation.

His voice is soft when he says, “Your worst nightmare, little butterfly.”

CHAPTER 3

HIM

She stands in front of me, shaking like a leaf. The moonlight pouring in through the window gives me a great view of her beautiful face, splattered with freckles. Full lips, dark brown eyes, thick, curly brown hair, and the creamiest light brown skin I’ve ever seen in my life, perfectly smooth and gleaming despite the darkness.

She’s perfect.

I slide the flimsy flip phone into my pocket and take a step toward this delicate little creature. She looks so fragile with her arms crossed over her chest, shivering so hard I swear I can hear her teeth chattering, and I’m sure it has nothing to do with the oversized t-shirt she’s wearing. I wonder if she has any shorts on underneath…

I’ve never laid a finger on the people whose houses I break into, but something about her makes me want to throw her onto the bed and taste her until she’s a writhing, whimpering mess, begging me to stop. It could just be the adrenaline that’s making me feel fucking feral right now; my dick is throbbing.

“What do you want?” she whispers.

My jaw clenches as I try to refrain from grabbing her. “Well, I wanted all of your stuff, but now I think I’ll take you instead.”

Her eyes widen in horror, curls flying as she shakes her head. “Please, don’t.”

I take another step closer, towering over her. “Are you afraid of me?”

She nods and backs up until she’s pressed against the wall.

I smirk and walk toward her until I’m standing right in front of her. Leaning in, I lick the shell of her ear with the tip of my tongue, making her shiver. My dick strains against the confines of my pants so hard it hurts. “You don’t have to be afraid, butterfly,” I whisper.

Or maybe she does.

Her small hand finds my chest and tries to push me away, but I cage her in with my arms, hands braced against the wall on either side of her head. Her breathing quickens. She gasps when her nipples rub against my jacket through her thin shirt.

“I’ll call the police,” she says, brown eyes wide and round as she stares at me.

I chuckle and bury my face in her neck, inhaling the faint scent of her perfume. Sweet and sugary vanilla—fucking delicious.

I wonder if she tastes as good, too.

“How are you going to do that when you don’t have a phone?” I murmur, licking the soft flesh of her neck, the chain of her necklace a cool contrast to her warm skin.

At the sound of her soft moan, I almost burst in my pants. I hoist her up and wrap her legs around my waist, letting her warm sex rest on my aching cock. She puts her hands on my shoulders to steady herself, but still tries to keep me away.

A groan rumbles from deep in my chest. “I like it when you fight me.”

“Put me down,” she says tensely.

I open my mouth to say something, but then I feel something warm and wet on the front of my pants. She stops fighting, and her eyes go wide with surprise when I realize what it is.

She’s not wearing anything under her shirt, and she’s horny as fuck.

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