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All the way. I want to lose myself to it. I want to let loose for once. I want everything.

Then clear your schedule on Friday night.

Friday night you’re mine.

Friday was two days away. My heart raced as my thumbs hovered over the keys, trying to figure out what to do.

What do I do? Then and now?

Now, you just imagine how good it’s going to feel to be helpless to your monster in the dark. Now, you fantasize about how it’s going to feel when I push my way through your hesitations and reservations deep into your body. Now, you trust your monster will make you feel so good.

And then, on Friday, you run.

You fight.

You let every emotion you’ve ever repressed free, and you let it all go.

I panted, reading his messages as they kept popping up until I knew without a doubt that I wanted what he offered.

Yes, Sir.

Call me, Dane. Sirs are weak, they give commands expecting them to be fulfilled. I’ll make you do what I want you to.

Yes, Dane.

Good girl. I’ll be in touch.

Chapter 7 – Lincoln

In the shower, I stood with one hand on the stone and the other wrapped around my cock. I didn’t stroke furiously like I normally would when I needed to release.

In a relaxed manner, I ran my hand up and down, gradually increasing the pressure around the tip of my cock before easing it back through my firm grip.

Peyton was going to be mine. Tomorrow.

Tomorrow night, I’d have her.

Not as Lincoln, but as Dane. She’d cower and hide from me if she knew the truth, but not in the way I crave. I needed her to give in to her deepest desires and instincts the first time I had her.

I needed her to be free and open.

Mine.

The plan was set; the pieces leading up to the actual main event were already started, and I longed to be able to fast forward to tomorrow night when I’d feel her fear and excitement in my own hands.

The buildup would have to do until then, though. Which was why I pulled my fist off my cock and took two long deep breaths, feeling my body give way to my mind and allow me to do what I wanted.

My whole life I’d been called unpredictable.

Dangerous.

Unhinged.

The problem with that was, no one even knew the depth of those words besides me.

I was a fucking monster inside my head. And I rarely kept myself in check and controlled my urges to do whatever the fuck I wanted to do. That was why I lived in absolute solitude, away from anyone who could get hurt if I let go of control and snapped.

I wasn’t normal, and I stopped longing to be years ago.

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