Page 4 of Darkest Fantasies

“Don’t listen to him. He is just too eager to sink his teeth into the brunette friend of the girl you’re obsessed with.” Theo chides in.

Adrien points his water bottle at Theo, splashing a couple of drops of water on the floor. “Don’t act like you’re not salivating over the blonde one.”

I don’t care what they do with those girls as long as they get them out of my way.

An hour into this hell, and I'm already this close to stabbing myself with this fake wand. I look at the time on the phone and see that it’s twenty minutes past four. Where is she? I’m about to mess with a random girl to pass the time when the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end as an electric current zips across my flesh. A wicked smile appears on my face behind this mask. My tulip has finally made her appearance. I thought she was never going to show up. I know she hates coming on opening day, but I made it worthwhile. I leaked the news about the Soul Reapers appearing tonight to her best friend Melissa, knowing they would not let Cat skip coming tonight and miss seeing them.

Let the fun begin.

I look around the crowd until I find her. My breath gets knocked out of my lungs when I take her in. She looks betterthan I had imagined she would, wearing the clothes I left for her. My cock wakes up as my eyes trail down her body. Devouring every curve of her perfect figure.

What I wouldn't give up right now to lure her into a dark corner, tie her up, and plunge my cock into her tight pussy while exploring all of her delicious curves with my hands. The need to hear her loud moans as I take her, hard and fast, becomes a painful festering itch that is demanding to be scratched. Her fear will turn her on. She may act all sweet and innocent, but I know her darkest desires and what she reads at night to get herself off.

As much as I want to say fuck it to my plans, I need to follow each step I set up for tonight to go perfect.

She stops walking abruptly, almost causing her friend to knock into her. Her friend is trying to get her attention to make sure she is alright, but she is ignoring her; she is too busy looking around. The side of my mouth tugs up.

She and I have a special connection. She always feels when I’m around her. It pleases me to know that no matter where we are, who is around, or what I’m wearing, she always feels my eyes on hers. She knows I’m there. The way her body reacts to my gaze gives me a high that I feel like I can move a mountain.

After a few seconds, she spots me from across the crowd. Her beautiful emerald eyes spear through my chest like a dagger. It feels like it’s just her and me; everyone has disappeared from around us. I point my wand at her, and she gives me a flirty smile as she waves hello. I make my way towards her but stop a couple of inches away when I see her piece of shit boyfriend approach and hug her from behind. I force myself to not move in. Her mood shifts instantly. Her body tenses, and her fake persona when he is around makes an appearance. I form my hands into fists at my sides. Every time I see him with her, it sends this hot, burning anger coursing through my veins. He is too caught upin his looks and fucking her stepmom to give her the love and affection a gentle flower like her needs to blossom.

It's fine if he doesn’t. I’m planning to do it for her. She is mine to protect, mine to love.

Her good-for-nothing friends leave her alone with him, awakening my protective instincts. When they’re out of sight, his features turn angry and he grabs her arm, dragging her like a rag doll to a dark corner where no one can see them. I draw closer to them hidden within the shadow.Waiting, watching.I grab my phone and text Theo and Adrien.

Me: One hour.

“What the fuck are you wearing, Catherine?” She tries to shake off the hold he has on her, begging him to let her go that he is hurting her, but he grips her harder. I watch in the distance, waiting to make my appearance.

“You look like a slut.” He lets her go and begins to pace back and forth. Tears start to flow freely down her face as she wraps her arms around herself.

“You did this on purpose. You wanted to embarrass me in front of my parents.” He slams his palms on each side of her on the wall, making her flinch. “You were supposed to meet them today, Catherine.” He grinds his teeth. “I told you what to fucking wear, and you wore this.” He fans his hand up and down her body. “Are you trying to embarrass me?” He sighs, trailing his hand through his hair. “You’re not the type of girl my parents want me with, but I gave you a chance anyways, and you pull a stunt like this.” I clench my hands at my side, forcing myself to stay right where I am. It’s not the right time.

“I’m sorry, Matt,” she sobs, folding deeper into herself. “I didn’t do it on purpose. The girls wanted to match and come in our house crest. I didn’t think anything of it. I didn’t meananything bad by it. I was going to change before meeting you. It’s not even six.” She sounds so broken as she tries to explain herself to him.Oh, baby. You don’t need to explain yourself to him.

He wraps his hand around her throat, cutting off her breathing. With pleading eyes, she frantically claws at his hands to let her go as she cries, “Sorry, Sorry.”

“I’m going to show you what sorry actually looks like,” he yells.

Anger consumes every inch of my being.It’s time.Letting my anger guide me, I break the little bit of space between us and tower over them. Gripping my hand on Matt’s shoulder, I make him jump. He looks up at me with eyes wide. He immediately lets go of Cat. She gasps as she tries to catch her breath, and I use that moment to place my body between them, pointing my wand at his face.

It doesn’t take him long to fix himself and place the fake smile on his face that makes my stomach churn. How I wish this wand was a knife; it would be so much easier to wipe that smile off his face with one simple stab to his gut. Or better yet, since he loves to smile so much, maybe give him a permanent one. My lip tugs up. The idea of causing him pain sends a ripple of anticipation up and down my spine.

“Nothing to see here, Mr. Soul Reaper.” He tries to mock me. “You can go now.” He does a go-on hand gesture.

My head tilts to the side, staring at him through the mask, making him shift from leg to leg uncomfortably. I maintain eye contact until he can’t handle it anymore and looks towards Catherine with hatred. I jerk my body towards him getting really close to his face. Causing him to jump backwards losing his equilibrium. He tries to grab something to steady himself but fails miserably. All he ends up doing is falling on his ass and knocking the trash can over and spilling trash on top of him. Hecurses under his breath as he tries to stand up but ends up falling again from the liquid spilling from the trash can.

It was about time he found his place alongside the trash, where he belongs. I use this opportunity of him trying to get and collect himself to help my fragile tulip escape. I turn to face her expecting her to still be collecting herself since she didn’t go help him when he fell but to my surprise, she is staring at him with amusement.

She must feel my stare upon her because she turns to face me, I point my wand to her arm and reach out my hand to grab it. The arm I know has her forbidden mark tattoo she recently got because of the love she has for the franchise. It’s a mark that appears on a person's body at the age of eighteen marking them as a Soul Reaper in the books. The mark is the only way to get accepted into the dark academy to train to become a wizard. I can easily grab her and parade her around the park from the ruse this disguise gives me.

Her cheeks turn this gorgeous light shade of pink. Her eyes widen, and she glances over at her boyfriend before glancing back at me, a plea in her eyes. What is that look for? Does she not want me to highlight the tattoo that can clearly be seen through the white long-sleeve shirt she is wearing?

I study her expression deeper. Her eyes are darting between me and him. No, she doesn’t care about her tattoo. She is worried for me. Worried about what Matt is going to do to me when he gets up. My eyebrows shoot up in surprise.She is worried about me.That thought makes my heart skip a beat. My tulip is worried about me. She shouldn't be. I try not to laugh. What is he going to do to me? Nothing, that’s what. He only abuses defenseless girls. He won’t do shit to me.

I lean close enough that her breath catches in her throat. I expect her to push me away or look away but she doesn’t. On the contrary, her gaze travels up and down my body studying everyinch of me. I lift my wand, resting the tip on her flushed cheeks, waiting for her to look back at me.

Chapter 4

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