Page 10 of Some Like it Violent

I’d told her to go to bed right after we ate because I knew she was tired. I’d been able to see that exhaustion envelop her. I didn’t know why I gave a fuck about how she felt, but seeing her off to bed to get rest had been the only thing I could think about until she was beneath her covers upstairs.

She’d fallen asleep right away, which didn’t surprise me. I should have given her a little space, but I sat in a chair next to her bed and just watched her.

I was unsure how long I’d been sitting here, but my ass was numb, and my eyes felt heavy. I was surprised I could even stay awake after the day I’d had. I slept little after killing those two inmates nor in the month before I did it, going over and over my plans for escape and unable to stop thinking off the possibilities if I were to act on my idea. I had been working on pure adrenaline for a long fucking time.

The next thing I knew, the sense of falling made me jump wide awake. Now, the faint morning light seeped in from between the edges of the curtains, casting a muted glow over Evelina’s face. She lay still, curled in the fetal position beneath the blanket, her features relaxed in sleep. The room was quiet except for the soft sound of her breathing and the predicabletockof a clock’s hand ticking off the seconds.

She looked so peaceful in this moment, temporarily whisked away from the horror show her life currently was.

Glancing at the old-fashioned clock on her wall, I saw I managed a couple of hours of sleep, sitting in this uncomfortable-as-fuck chair, my body refusing to move from this position. I scrubbed a hand over my face, my scruff scratching along my palm. I needed a shower and a few more hours of sleep.

But I continued to sit in the chair by her bed, my elbows resting on my knees, my gaze fixed on her. I watched the way her chest rose and fell evenly. Steadily. She had her face turned toward me, and the long fall of her dark hair cascaded over the pillowcase.

She didn't know how dangerously close I’d come multiple times to pushing the blanket down and lifting her T-shirt to expose her breasts just so I could look at her tits while I jerked off.

Fuck, as if the mere memory of those thoughts throughout the night took control of my hands, I pulled my zipper down and leaned back, spread my legs, and pulled my hard dick out.

What the hell was going on with me?

She shifted slightly in her sleep, the blanket moving a little lower so I could see the slight swell of her tits just under her shirt.

I felt adrenaline course through me as I grabbed the edge of the comforter and pulled it downward until the material pooledat her waist. I ran my hand over my cock as I reached out and gently cupped her breast. She was small but a perfect handful, her nipple hard and just begging for me to tweak it.

Jesus Christ, she looked so fucking good, and she had no idea I was fondling her which made this even hotter.

I wanted to stand right over her and jerk off so that when I came, it would spew all over her pretty face.

I grew bolder and pushed her shirt up, making sure my motions were slow and steady so as not to wake her. I ran my palm up and down my shaft, feeling my balls draw up tight. Fuck, it had been so long since I fucked a woman, so long that I couldn’t remember how it felt to have a tight, hot, and wet pussy clenching around my cock and milking it.

I was going to come too fucking quickly just from touching her bare breast and thinking about spreading her thighs and sliding in deep. I wanted to do it while she slept so that when she woke up, I was buried inside her. She’d be shocked, and she’d tense, which would have her cunt strangling my dick.

Shit, I was coming.

I came hard and fast, and it sucked the breath from my lungs. Milky jets of semen sprayed out of my cock and covered my hand and the floor, creating a white, thick puddle on the hardwood between my feet.

Evelina slept on while I was a disgusting motherfucker coming all over her bedroom floor.

I gave my dick a shake, making sure all the jizz was out of the crown before I tucked myself back into my pants.

And then I fixed her shirt and sat there to continue watching her.

I wasn’t like other men. I’d never felt anything for anyone—not love, not guilt, not even hate, nor empathy. I just didn’t give a shit about anything or anyone but myself and what I couldgain. I didn’t get stressed, not really. I experienced reality and all it entailed, but I was a master manipulator.

But then, here I was staring at Evelina and not knowing what the fuck I was feeling when I looked at her.

My life had always been a game of survival, of dominance and control. I thrived on that shit. Manipulating people wasn’t just a game; it was my lifeblood.

People weren’t people to me. They were my personal tools… my prey.

I stared at Evelina’s innocent-looking face and wondered what it was like tofeel. Because, emotions? Those weren’t something I’d ever entertained. I wasn’t capable of it. I didn’t have the capacity for them.

And yet, sitting here watching her sleep, I felt... something. Foremost, it confused the fuck out of me. But beneath that feeling, there was a dark need. An obsession. It wasn’t soft or kind. But there was no denying it was there, this dangerous pull I couldn’t explain, and I just knew it wasn’t going to fade.

It was going to grow until it consumed both of us. And it pissed me off because it made me feel like I didn't have control. She made me feel things I didn’t want to touch on. They were things I didn’t trust because I had zero power over them.

And because of all that, Evelina was dangerous to me.

But the most fucked-up thing about it all was I didn’t want to fix whatever this was.

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