Page 31 of Sinner

The moment Desdemona had captured my attention I’d sought to learn more about her, to discover exactly what made her tick.

Besides the intense longing for a masked man to free her soul.

Jessica lived a careful life, a studious one as well. She worked long hours on perfecting her craft. She had few friends, but they were close, tight enough to tell each other everything.

Well, almost everything. I allowed myself a slow, deep growl from the thought.

No one knew of Jessica’s inner thoughts. But me. I felt special in a way I never had before.

In a way, she’d been tempting every man in every vile game she’d conquered. She was excellent, using every attribute in winning the game.

The males had eaten it up as if hand fed.

But they had no right to her. Not under any circumstances.

Why?

Because I’d laid claim. No other man had attempted to locate her in real life because no one was capable of what I could do. No man had the courage or strength, let alone the savvy.

Hearing a rustling sound, I opened my eyes, peering at her with all the longing I’d experienced before.

I stood, keeping my distance until she settled down before approaching. This time I allowed myself a single touch, brushing the tips of my gloved fingers down the length of her arm. Being able to stroke her soft skin was a true gift. She was in REM sleep, her eyes drifting back and forth under her closed eyelids. Was she thinking about me? Was she dreaming about the other night and how it could have gone?

Was she wishing she’d begged me to fuck her?

Jessica kicked at her covers, twisting her body until her legs were free. With no moonlight, I wasn’t gifted with seeing if her panties were damp, but I didn’t need the light. I was able to smellher desire. How I longed to drive my fingers through the thin material, providing her with a mere taste of pleasure.

I brushed my knuckles across her cheek and backed away into the shadows just as her eyelids fluttered open. There was nothing to see, no glowing light of a masked man who’d ignited her senses. There was only darkness as well as a prevailing feeling that someone was watching her.

Waiting.

Wanting.

Turning slowly, I walked toward the door, rewarded with the sound of her intense moan.

My sweet… sweet Desdemona.

CHAPTER 10

Xander

“Were you a good boy all weekend long?” Wilder had a way of making the most obnoxious entrance. He closed the door behind him.

“Define good, and you’re acting like you got laid,” I retorted.

“Maybe I did. Maybe you should try it.”

“I spent the weekend going over our marketing campaign. Not bad, but not great.”

“What would you suggest? It’s funny how you dismiss the strong urges I know exist in you.”

Urges. He had no idea just how strong they were. The darkness could only be restrained for so long. I sat back, holding my arms behind my head, a huge grin popping across my face. “Something more provocative and my life is my life. Fuck the entire female population if that makes you feel better.”

“You’re in a shitty mood. Whips, chains, and chainsaws?” He was gloating.

My thoughts drifted briefly to the sheer entertainment I’d had a week before. It seemed impossible I’d allowed eight full days to go by without tasting her again. Had she felt me inside that dark theater? Had she known I’d been sitting right behind her as she sucked up every detail, enjoying every gory moment? “Something like that. Why don’t you get to it and I’ll handle the society this time.”

“No wonder you’re acting like a shithead. You’re joining the game. Aren’t you?” he asked while half laughing. Another two and a half days had passed since being inside Jessica’s home. Almost three days of being unable to toy with her in any manner. I’d grown frustrated, almost resorting to hunting for some random filth to ease my lack of patience.

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