Page 74 of Dance of Madness

I still haven’t figuredout why I’ve justcorneredher, as opposed to the cat and mouse shit of stalking her in her sleep and sending her outrageous texts.

Part of me wants to say I’ve grown bored of the games. Or that my dick is tired of me jerking it like it owes me money and wants the real thing.

Her mouth. Her soft, pouty lips wrapped around me as her tongue strokes my swollen head. Her pussy, pink and dripping, tight around my cock as I sink into her willing little hole. Her ass, so fucking tight that I know I’d have toforcemy way in, her panties stuffed in her mouth as she shattered for me.

But there’s a more confusing explanation too: that my desire for this girl became dangerously close toobsessivein a feral, unhinged way the second that fucker Leo mentioned he might be marrying her.

If I’m being honest with myself…which isn’t always the case…that'swhat ignited the urge to come here.

Finding her was easy enough, thanks to the little microdot tracker I tucked between her phone and its case the other night at her house. The tricky part was slipping around the back of the store to avoid Bane and Laz, who I didnotrealize were out with her, and avoiding her friends as I crept down the back hallway.

But now, she’smine.

Trapped. And at my mercy.

The lighting in here is soft and flattering. A velvet chaise. White walls.Quiet.

And she’s standing in the center of it, frozen; barely into the dress she’s trying on as I hold her against the mirror.

She doesn’t scream. Doesn’t try to fight.

Good girl.

Her breath is unsteady and halting. Her big blue eyes are wide, her pulse throbbing in the hollow of her neck. Her lips are parted, like she doesn’t know whether to moan or tell me to go to hell.

“I don’t like being ignored, princess,” I murmur darkly into her ear. “I also don’t like being stood up. What happened to you the other night?”

She shakes her head, almost imperceptibly.

“Were you scared, princess?” My voice drops near her ear. “Or were you just hoping I’dchase youlike I promised?”

I trail a fingertip down her side, teasing over her ribs beneath the dress. I feel her tremble under my touch, the lean muscles of her back coiling in the low light.

“I think I’ve already demonstrated howpoora hiding place your bedroom is.”

She flushes immediately—neck to cheeks. I catch it in the mirror and grin.

“You should lock your windows,” I murmur. “Or don’t. I like the invitation.”

Milena shivers, her body trembling deliciously against mine as I press myself harder to her.

“Did you have sweet dreams that night?” I purr. “When I visited you? When I felt your greedy little pussy throb around my fingers?”

She gasps softly against the mirror and shuts her eyes. My fingers slide up to her shoulder and the straps of the dress.

“Your little pussy made meso fucking hard, princess,” I growl into her neck. “And then I got even harder when I watched my cum splatter all over your skin.”

“You…” She shudders, her eyes still closed. “You’re sick.”

“Am I?” I grin, brushing my lips over her nape. “What does that makeyou?”

“Avictim,” she chokes.

I chuckle quietly. “Hmm. Your pussy seems have a different opinion.”

I start to drag the straps down, slowly enough that she can feel every single movement.

Her eyes open again. When they meet mine in the mirror, there’s no more protest.

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