Page 40 of Pretend
Goddamn.
Control yourself, Creature.
Control.
I’m in my car, watching her serene body through a scope. I stroke myself, and then I see her shift in her bed, her curls across her lips, begging just to be pulled on, and I’m done.
Thick white ropes explode from my cock, and I grunt, grinding my teeth, when I imagine myself pulling her hair like a leash as I wreck her from behind.
Fuck.
How am I supposed to babysit her these next few months when all I’m going to be thinking about is how I want to mold her cunt to my cock?
I have to touch her.
Control, Creature, control yourself.
But the next thing I know, I’m doing something I’ve never done for a woman.
I break into her house. Fifteen minutes after I cleaned myself up, I unlocked the doors to her apartment.
Her little boyfriend isn’t home, as always. He’s either out fucking her best friend or out fucking off her hard-earned money. A part of me wants to kill him, get rid of him from her life permanently. But he’ll do that all on his own when the truth comes to light. The guy is a sorry excuse of a human being.
I’m standing over her now, watching her take slow, even-paced divine breaths, and I want to steal them, breathe them in my own lungs.
She’s in cute black and grey Jack Skellington pajamas—an oversized shirt with matching pajama shorts.
So, she has a thing for the Pumpkin King. So do I.
Her curls not only look soft, they feel it. I trail one knuckle over her black strands, and my index finger glides alongside her hair like she was designed for me.
I hum, sucking in a breath, and smell her. I close my eyes as I inhale her scent. My nose is just one millimeter from getting lost in her hair.
She smells so clean, warm, and sweet—light and airy.
I pull my knife and take a piece of her with me before I make my clean, stealthy, silent exit out of her bedroom.
There are multiple reasons why I’m stalking her, and it’s not just because she’s my assignment, and it’s not just because she’s outrageously beautiful. Maybe I’m stalking her because it’s the only way I know how to lust. I’m fucked up for it, but I can’t seem to stay away.
After all, I don’t believe in love.
PRESENT
I knew everything.I knew when and what Frankie said to her as he assaulted her. I just wanted to hear it from her mouth. I wanted to break both of his handsright then and there, but I decided a more public humiliation would send a message.
I don’t know why I care so much.
I don’t. I don’t care.
I’m just watching over her like Ravenmore wants me to. Yeah…that’s my excuse.
She’s a devastating distraction, taking me by storm with no remorse, and I’ve let her consume every part of my tainted soul.
I’m saving any part of me that’s still capable of feeling human emotion for my job. Not for her…right?
No one will touch her the way Frankie did ever again. I won’t allow it. Frankie will know not to fuck with Valentine again, or anyone for that matter.
I sit in one of my good friend Graves' ‘dirty work’ buildings, laughing the entire time I partake in something I used to do before I joined the Navy.
