Page 39 of Pretend
I puton my full mask this time. The only thing it doesn’t cover is my eyes. It has a smile design on it: sharp teeth curved into a U-shape smile over where my mouth goes, so it looks like I’m smiling big. The teeth are like sharp triangles.
Fifteen minutes later, I’m outside her window.
She’s sleeping.
She sleeps so beautifully.
I look at her through the crosshairs of my rifle and instantly feel the blood rush down to my groin. I’m getting so hard that I have to rub myself over my jeans.
Jesus. If I let myself, she could be the ruin of me.
I followed her home, having been following her since the day the Admiral assigned her to me. I always go above and beyond the task, so I decided to look into her extensively.
Maybe I wasn’t supposed to go this far, but that’s just who I am.
I always cross lines with a smile on my scarred face.
I know where she was born. The hospital and doctor’s name who delivered her. When she was born, her birth weight, the time. Who she spends her time with, who her friends are, and who her parents are—her ethnicity, hobbies, and where she lives.
That’s what my research told me about her.
But then I laid eyes on her through my crosshairs…and my whole world stopped. The earth stopped spinning, gravity stopped pulling, and I felt my tainted soul come alive as I watched her.
I know all of these factual things about her…but I wanted to know her.
I want to know how she takes her coffee in the mornings, even though I know where she buys it from. I want to know if she snores and what she dreams about, even though I know what bed she sleeps in. I want to know what kind of music she listens to, even though I watch her dance when she thinks she’s alone. I want to know what her future plans are. What drives her to meet her ambitions, even though I know her contract in the military lasts until the end of this year, and I know that she loves the rain because she opens the window and falls asleep to the sound of it whenever a storm rolls in.
I know the longevity of her life…but I crave all the beautiful details that make up the in-between.
What the fuck is going on with me?
I’m acting like this is my first time seeing a beautiful woman. But she’s more than just beautiful. She’s majestic, unreal, heavenly, and I need a taste.
But it’s forbidden. Her blood I desperately want to see on my tongue…is forbidden because the Admiral is my boss, and she’s his stepdaughter.
If I cross him, it’s my job. My life. I would no longer be accepted on the special team of Executioners, and I’d be kissing my unblemished career goodbye. He warned us all before assigning her to me.
They’re like family to me. The team is the air I breathe. The missions I take on are my adrenaline.
“Watch over my wife’s daughter. Protect her at all costs, Daegan. And to the rest of you, she’s off limits. You hear me, Texas? If I find out any of you assholes has laid a finger on her or tried anything past professionalism, you can kiss your spot on this team and, most importantly, your career goodbye.”
I have to remind myself of this conversation over and over again like a broken record player whenever my sinful desires take over. Because what I want to do to her is anything but good.
I want to make her bleed because I want to see if she does it pretty. I want to see how she looks with my come filling her mouth as my cock is deep inside her throat. I want to see just how far I can break her until she’s crying my name, begging me to stop because it’s a sweet tune I desire to force out of her, and when she begs me to stop, I’ll keep going.
So I’ll take what I can get.
I fist myself as I watch her sleep, stroking slowly at first from the crown to my shaft.
I want to fuck her. But I can’t.
It's a fantasy, I know. But maybe, just maybe, in another life, she’s my good girl.
And I know all about that little boyfriend of hers. I was the one who shot him when I realized what the asshole was up to. I was going to stop watching her, but then I saw the way he was forcing himself upon her…and she let him. Icouldn’t just watch; my job was to safeguard her, after all. I know my assignment isn’t due for another couple of weeks, but the covetousness runs rampant to harbor her from everything. It possesses me like a plague I don’t want a cure for.
And that’s what I’m doing.
She’s just so beautiful. Fucking perfection. She could look at me, and I’ll come undone inside my pants.
