Page 9 of Playing with Fyre

All the better to stalk you in, my dear Charlotte.

I’m parked in my Audi directly opposite her apartment building. I never drive this car to the college, so she can’t know it’s mine. And, with its tinted windows, she can’t know that I’m inside, watching.

I’m conflicted as fuck right now. Guess I have been since the moment she laid that pretty mouth of hers on mine. Hell, maybe even before that. I was fucked the moment she first slipped silently into my class, shoulders hunched and face hidden behind her hair as if she would be all too happy if no one ever noticed her.

But I did, Charlotte. I noticed you, and I locked onto your scent, your presence, like the wolf that I am.

Now I sit here, stewing. I want to race up those stairs and demand you close your curtains so everyone and their dog can’t look right into your bedroom. ButIwant to look into your bedroom, so you can’t very well be closing your curtains, can you?

I rub my palms against my thighs, the thick jeans creating friction with my skin. It’s ten o’clock on a Saturday night, Charlotte. Someone your age should be out dancing. Drinking with friends. Fuck it, watching a movie if you’re into that. But here you are, alone in your apartment, with only your bedroom light on. At this angle, I can see a vague suggestion of a lamp and a bedpost. You haven’t come close enough to the window for me to seeyou.

I jerk at a touch to my lips and snatch my hand away from my mouth. I felt the desperation in your kiss. Fuck, it trembled through your entire body when I slid my hands around your back and dragged you up against me.

Did you think it would make me forget that you tried to cover up the fact that I scare you?

My fingers trace the outline of my lips.

God, but you taste so good, little Charlotte. You’ve poisoned me with that sweet mouth of yours. You’ll be my undoing, but I don’t give a fuck. I was obsessed before…now I’m addicted.

My phone is on the seat beside me. I’m so tempted to call you, but the time isn’t right. If I fuck up now, I fuck up for good. I’ll lose my chance to be with you in the way I so badly want to.

My cock hardens at the thought of being inside Charlotte. Having her pussy grip me, desperate. Hungry like her lips.

Like my soul ever since I met her. I could have devoured every inch of her supple body last night, but when I slid my hand over her tit, she pushed me away wearing a scandalized expression like she’d never considered the thought that there could be more than just kissing.

For her sake, I hope that seed is good and planted.

I reach for my phone, then snatch my hand back and twist my bottom lip with my fingers.

This street is dark. Good for me, shit for her. What the hell is she thinking walking around at night in this neighborhood? Can’t she feel all those eyes on her? The predators, the criminals, the psychos?

There’s so much I must show my little Charlotte. How to lie, how to control her emotions, how to overcome her phobias. I will teach her to heel, and bend, and take every inch of my cock without gagging or bleeding.

My semi becomes a raging hard-on, making me shift in my seat. I could have ignored it, forced it to go away, but then a shadow falls over the apartment window which resolves a moment later into Charlotte’s silhouette.

Fuck.

She’s no longer wearing her bulky clothes. In fact…I don’t think she’s wearing anything at all.

Temptation washes over me, too hard, too fast to push back. Groaning, I unzip my pants and haul out my dick before it snaps in two. Charlotte stands by the window, and it takes me a second staring up at her through slitted eyes before I figure out what she’s doing.

Smoking something. A cigarette? No—I didn’t smell tobacco smoke when I was up there yesterday. A joint?

Bad girl, Charlotte, standing there naked smoking weed. Don’t you know the entire street can see you? Or don’t you care?

She’s on some heavy anti-depressants. Which means she probably gives zero fucks about anything right now. I could go up there, break inside, fuck her against that dirty kitchen sink of hers. I stroke my cock, imagining she’s begging, screaming for me to stop…but I don’t.

I climax before she’s done with her joint, and by the time I’ve cleaned up, she’s already stepped away from the window. But her light stays on.

I shouldn’t stay out here all night, but I know I’ll be here until dawn to make sure nothing happens to her. I need air. A quick walk up and down the street should clear out the cobwebs. I make sure not to slam the car door. Then, shoving my hands into the pockets of my trench coat to ward off the brisk wind, I head for the end of the street.

A man comes into view a few yards away. An electricity pole had blocked him from me while I was inside the car. As I draw near, I hunch my shoulders and give him a sidelong glance to make sure I don’t recognize him. It pays to be careful, and tonight it pays fucking handsomely.

He notices my look and gives me an amiable nod, holding my stare.

Should have walked right past.

Should have gotten back in my fucking car and left. But this isn’t a coincidence. It’s a sign.

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