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Shock and awe.

Reverence.

I took a deep breath of the night air to cleanse my lungs. She’d had a fitful dream, her lithe body thrashing under the covers. She’d murmured in her sleep as well, her lush lips pursing and twisting. Had she been reliving the moment I’d ripped away the chains, exposing her to the truth behind the virtual reality?

Had she been hungering for me as I’d been for her, surrendering not only her body, but her soul to me as well?

I chuckled as I thought about our next meeting.

I’d make her wait for the right time, the right moment before giving her permission to expose another part of the dark needs embroiled in her system. I’d teach her how to use the powerful hold she had on reality to her benefit. I’d create such intense hunger within her that she’d soon beg me to touch her.

To taste her.

To fuck her.

And fuck her I would, covering her voluptuous body with my cum.

Yet I required her to want it more than anything else in her life. And she would work for it, fighting with everything she had to reach the pinnacle of sheer ecstasy.

Only then would she truly become mine.

She was resting now. It was time to allow memories of the night to fade into a safe place.

A place where monsters only existed in the movies.

Just like the one she’d seen tonight.

She believed she’d hidden her true feelings from me, but both her body and her reaction to the kiss had exposed her true feelings.

Complete and utter desire.

My cock twitched, slicing against my jeans in a painful way. I’d need relief soon, but I’d wait for her, and the first night I took her would be a glorious moment of true fulfillment.

I spent another full minute studying her house. While I knew more about her than she realized, very soon I would learn more.

While the longing remained, furrowing deep inside to the point of agony, I turned away, heading for my Harley.

Perhaps a nice long ride would do me some good.

With images of her lush body planted firmly in my mind, I jerked on my helmet and climbed over my bike. The engine roared to life and I envisioned fucking her over the steel beast after we’d experienced an adventure together.

That would be an excellent day.

I was a sick man, but tonight, my life had taken a turn for the better.

All because of my sweet Desdemona.

CHAPTER 5

Jessica

“That dress would look so damn hot on you,” Ashley said absently as she continued flipping through the rack of cheap dresses. We’d taken to thrift shopping every other weekend, eager for precious finds we could brag about for weeks to come. The woman was masterful with putting eclectic pieces of clothing together and making them look as if stripped from a Paris runway.

I was the master of sweatpants and jeans, rarely wearing a dress. I didn’t need to at my job. My boss encouraged comfort for extra creativity.

“You know how I feel about dresses,” I told her.

She thrust the hanger against my chest. “Buy it.”

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