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But Patience just rolls her eyes and grins at me, which makes me wonder if my flushed cheeks really gave me away. Because as I turn back to the movie, all I can think about is the last message sitting in the app. The one that is probably already disappearing like they always do.

Soon.

Why do I feel like I can’t wait?

14

Look What You Do To Me

Saint

I don’t know howmuch longer I’ll be able to avoid Violet.

Her blue eyes are the spheres I’m orbiting around.

Her pink lips are the home I’ve been searching for. Especially when they brighten a shade when I’ve scared her because she can’t help running her perfect teeth over them.

I’d like those teeth to sink into my skin. Tasting my blood. Drinking me down until I’m nothing but a part of her.

I’d like her mouth open and begging for my cum. On her knees with her shorts pulled down like she was in the forest.

She’s going to swallow me whole. From my body to my sanity—not that I’ve got much of that left.

I toss myself onto my bed and close my eyes, staring at the picture of her in my mind. Black hair and perfect skin waiting to be marked. I can still feel the resistance of her flesh against my blade as I cut into her skin. Beads of blood rolled down the tip, and I licked it clean.

I made her mine.

If I’m not inside her soon, I’m going to fucking lose it.

I’ve been patient. Waited long past what should be humanly possible. I watched Liam make a mockery of his relationship with her. Biding my time.

But now the wait is over, whether she realizes it or not.

Whether she wants it or not.

She’s mine.

A hot rush courses through my veins at the thought of having her. She’s going to give me everything she owes me for what I’ve done. Her fear will trickle out, and eventually, I’ll make her understand. She’s not ready yet, but she will be.

She’ll beg me.

Pray to me.

Accept that I’m where she belongs. On all fours and at my mercy like I’ve wanted her for far too long.

The hum of the heater rattles something in the vents, but it doesn’t warm my room. Sometimes I think Sigma House was designed that way. Our rooms are cells.

They call this our church. Our sanctuary. But the only thing we pray to here is the devil, and he’ll reap all our souls when we’re done doing his work.

Nothing about these walls is warm and inviting. It’s probably why I’m so at home here.

I pull my phone out of my pocket and thumb through it, telling myself I’m going to check my texts but opening another app instead. I just need to see her. It’s an itch I can’t quite scratch. She’s the cut that never feels deep enough when there’s still distance between us.

Violet’s room is dark, and it takes a moment for the camera to focus. But it’s state of the art, so once it does, I can see clearly where she’s lying on her bed. She worked late tonight, and instead of going out after, she stayed in like the good girl she is.

My predictable kitten… doing what she’s told so I don’t kill anyone else.

I’m tempted to rip someone open anyway. At least that would take my mind off her for a few minutes.

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