Page 6 of Impure Love

He doesn’t need more details to understand the implications. "And you want me to...?"

"Get a hold of the event footage. Track down her name. Find out everything about her," I order, my voice calm but leaving no room for argument. "I want to know where she lives, who her friends are, what she eats for breakfast. Everything."

Marco tilts his head, his expression turning serious. "This girl... she's important?"

"She witnessed something she shouldn’t have," I say, locking eyes with him. "And now I want her. She’s mine."

He nods, accepting the gravity of the situation. "Consider it done. Anything else?"

"Keep it discreet. I don’t want any noise. And Marco?"

"Yeah?"

"Bring me results, not excuses."

He smirks, the confidence returning to his eyes. "When have I ever given you an excuse?"

"Just get me everything on her," I say.

With a nod, Marco’s out the door before I can even finish my sentence. Good man.

I lean back, fingers steepled, my mind racing with images of her. Her fear, so raw and palpable, had stirred something in me.

The way she stood there, trapped in my gaze was disarming. I hesitated, when I should have killed her and been done with it. But there was something about the fear that rippled between us. It didn’t matter that there was a man spilling blood at my feet, I’m happy , possessing that delicious fear.

She was different. Intriguing. It was heady and distracting. I froze for the first time in my life, and she got away.

The moment she ran, her fear etched into my memory. The way her eyes widened, the tremble in her step. I should have shotr death right then. But no, her fear and beauty hooked me. I want her. I need her. To fucking own her and that delicious fear.

I lean back in my chair, a small smirk playing on my lips. The game has begun.

The thrill of the hunt courses through me, a primal satisfaction in knowing she has no idea what's coming. She’s out there, hiding, thinking she's safe. But she’s mine now. The smirk on my face deepens as I imagine the moment our paths cross again. The moment she realizes there’s no escape.

My mind races with possibilities, each one more enticing than the last. I imagine her in her apartment, curtains drawn, heart pounding with every creak and groan of the building. She’s probably replaying that night over and over, the fear gnawing at her. Perfect.

I stand, stretching my legs, the polished floor cool beneath my feet. The room is a sanctuary of power and control, every object a reminder of my authority. I walk to the window, parting the heavy drapes just enough to see the city skyline. The lights twinkle like stars, a stark contrast to the darkness that lurks within me.

This city is mine. Every corner, every shadow. And soon, she will be too. I close the drapes, the room plunging back into its comforting gloom.

I return to my desk, picking up the crystal decanter and pouring a generous measure of scotch. The amber liquid catches the light, a moment of clarity in the darkness. I take a sip, savoring the burn as it slides down my throat. The game has begun, and I always win.

The next day, Marco strides into my office, a thick manila folder clutched in his hand. He’s punctual, as always. I appreciate that. He places the folder on my desk and takes a step back, waiting for my acknowledgment.

"Got everything?" I ask, eyeing the folder.

"Everything you asked for and more," he replies, a hint of pride in his voice.

I flip open the folder, my eyes scanning the contents. Her name jumps out at me: Aliyah Blackwood. The name sends a shiver down my spine.

"Aliyah," I say, savoring the name. It’s even better when it rolls off my tongue. I can’t wait to fucking own her. "Tell me everything."

"She’s 25," Marco begins, "Lives with a roommate named Sophia. No close family nearby. She grew up in the foster system. No college education."

I nod, absorbing the information. "And her job?"

"She quit the catering company a week ago," Marco says. "Probably right after she saw... you know."

"Smart girl," I mutter, more to myself than to Marco. "What else?"

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