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“Prick,” he mutters under his breath.
“If you’re done gossiping, finish editing the video. I need to upload it tonight.”
Maverick is a talented videographer and handles all the editing of my videos for the private website. If it were up to Maverick, I think he would’ve chosen to do it professionally.
In fact, it was his idea to monetize our huge and rapidly growing following online. Private content is all the rage these days. Make it fulfilling women’s deepest darkest fantasies and you’ve hit the jackpot.
“I already finished it last night and texted you.”
Of course I missed it, because I was too busy fucking my teacher.
Why can’t I see she’s disrupting my life? Yet the thought of disappearing from hers makes me go berserk. All I need is to be in her presence and my brain short-circuits.
It chants to make her mine. Mine. Mine.
Touch her. Tame her. Fuck her. Destroy her.
Until last night, I thought she was just a Goody Two-shoes with a chip on her shoulder. Then, I experienced her vulnerability and the despair she carries. I realized with clarity that she was as twisted as I was.
Fuck. I need to get my head on straight.
“Let me see it,” I tell Maverick.
He gets up and goes to the corner where he has set up his many desktops and equipment. Sinking into the chair, he taps on the mouse and multiple screens light up.
I walk across the room and sit on the empty chair beside him.
When he hits play on the finished video, the instrumental remix of the song “Twisted Games” by Night Panda pierces from the speakers.
The video is from the night I met Nessa for the first time and after she ran away, leaving us behind with the original girl we were supposed to meet up with.
Mav didn’t want the night to go to waste, so I reluctantly agreed to shoot it. The girl was more than eager to do it as well. While I acted my part, all I could imagine was that it was Nessa I was chasing and haunting.
I have to commend the outstanding way Maverick has brought the scene to life with the flash of colors, lights, and effects.
It is gritty, tension-fueled, and primal.
The scene on the screen reaches the part whereI caught the girl, who didn’t match one-fourth of the emotion that Nessa portrayed. Of course, the difference was it wasn’t real for the girl.
As I watch, she begs to do anything as long as we let her go. Soon her scared pleas turn into cries of pleasure as Mav brings her to an orgasm.
No, I didn’t touch her. Not when I could still taste Nessa’s juices on my fingers.
Nessa unknowingly altered my cravings that night to something far more twisted and darker. She unlocked a door in my psyche that I didn’t even know existed.
Now nobody but her could satisfy those demented longings.
It’s only fair.
After all, it wasshewho let the devil possess her soul.
CHAPTER – 22
Nessa
I’m reading the assignments submitted by the students but I’m distracted. After the clock struck ten, I stopped concentrating. Now it’s after midnight and I’m sitting on pins and needles waiting for Augustus’s arrival.
I mean, he did leave with a warning saying nothing had changed in our dynamic.
