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“Plenty.”

“Any worth asking?”

“No,” I say. “I’m just not who she says I am. But I guess it doesn’t matter now. I’m already here.”

“You’ll find your way around. You’ll find your place. I promise.”

Yeah, my place… right…

… in the arms of a psycho with a huge cock, a nipple piercing, wearing a black mask, with a knife to my throat…

Chapter Nine

TYRANT

She getsone week to settle in. That means I get one week to memorize everything about her. Her routine. Her walks. If she likes to exercise or not. If she likes to eat pizza on Tuesdays or order Chinese on Thursday. All that boring shit in life.

Most of the time she knows I’m watching her. Following her. My existence has shifted into her existence and that’s it.

No more meetings in thePergright now. That means no fights. No killings. Nothing. It’s like I’ve been pushed away from the legion. Booted out of my own brood. Goddammit, I fucking hate this.

It’s part of the process though. It’s how it needs to happen. Tomorrow night is the party. A Saturday night cliché booze fest for everyone to just enjoy themselves.

My claimedenjoys the libraries. Way too much. She loves to hide and read. She loves to be unseen. Unheard.

I have to admit, her arrival was confusing and watching her only makes the entire thing more confusing. I’m eager to know what kind of psycho awaits under her soft demeanor. If one is there at all.

Last night I stood outside and looked up at the window where her bedroom was. I debated climbing the side of the fuckingbuilding—somehow—just to watch her even more closely. Wondering if she was hidden under her covers, touching herself. Rubbing her soft, warm clit, thinking of me.

Of course Naya had to make her presence known by coming outside to smoke a joint. The skunk smelling smoke flirts around her hair and her slutty eyes. She offers to suck my dick. She tells me I can stare up at Serafina’s window while she sucks me off. She even offers to spit my cum into her hand and take it to Serafina.

The slut is lucky I don’t backhand her for saying something like that. The only person who will offer my cum to my claimed is me. I turn and put some distance between myself and Naya.

I lean against a random car and stare at Serafina’s window some more. My claimed will understand she’s protected. She will also understand that protection comes at a price. It’s my job to break her in and prepare her for her future husband. By the time I’m done with her she’ll know how to be properly obedient. She’ll also know how to break all those barriers when it comes to pleasure and pain and how they relate. And how good they fucking feel together.

At one point, Serafina comes to her window. By then, Naya has finished her smoke and is back inside. My guess is that the slut went and told Serafina about me outside the building. I want to fucking slit Naya’s throat in the worst way.

The curtains move and the blinds are pulled open. My claimed stands in her window. She’s looking right at me but I’m not sure how much of me she can see thanks to distance and darkness. I’m not wearing my mask this time either. We have yet to be face to face without me wearing a mask. We’re long overdue for a proper introduction, which will happen soon.

Serafina stands there. Staring. I lean against the car that isn’t mine and keep my arms folded. I wait for my claimed to make the next move. If she will.

She touches her face. Her left cheek. She then bites at the right side of her lip.

Oh, my sweet claimed is horny, isn’t she?

There’s no chance that she’s untouched. Purity is a rarity and quite honestly, fuck purity. The way I see it is simple—Serafina has never been with me. To me, she’s a virgin for that alone. She has no idea what’s about to happen.

My claimed touches her bottom lip. She runs her pointer finger from one corner of her mouth to the other.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

She runs her fingers down to her chin. Then to her throat. My cock pulses inside my jeans. Somewhere in my head I let it be known that if my claimed lifts her shirt and shows me her tits, I will have no choice but to go inside the apartment and punish her.

Did I fucking tell you to flirt with me from a window? Did I?

Did I fucking command you to lift your shirt and show off your tits? Did I?

I picture myself slapping her tits. My fingers smacking against soft, tender skin.

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