Page 74 of Property of Necro
It’s bad enough, Rot already showed her my fucking office. He gave her a peek into the darkness. Into the pain. Into all that is broken.
Me.
I should’ve killed him for it.
Instead, I felt relief.
Relief that she kept coming back.
Sitting in my room every day, reading those books I bought just for her.
Keeping her close gives me time to work… to focus. When she’s near, I’m grounded. When she’s not, I spend hours warring with my past as I watch her on the cameras like a stalker—taking pleasure from Rot, eating, drinking, and chatting with Mama. I’m always watching, watching, watching, soaking up every smile, every frown, every moan of pleasure.
When we have morning fucks and the shower, that’s the best part of my day.
Hell. It’s the best part of my entire fuckin’ life.
Watching the hot water sluice down her incrediblebody to her curly red pubes, I hate that she washes my cum away. But those sighs when she cleans with the lavender soap are worth it. The way she rubs between her thighs. Her eyelashes when they’re wet. The way she dries off in front of me without an ounce of fear. When she wears my shirts. The ones I buy just for her. Only the softest and most expensive for her—My Soul.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I push the thought of Sola from my mind. She’s the reason I’m down here. She’s the need for the release. Between the emails from Dark and her beggin’ to suck my cock…
I broke and let the demons crawl back in to live and breathe under my skin.
She can’t see my cock. Let alone suck it. It’s not… normal. I’m not normal.
I am no one.
I am nothing.
Dark needs to stop with his shit. No matter how often he checks on her, he can never have her back.
She was a gift.
She’s ours.
I will burn every Sacred Sinner compound to the ground if he ever tries to take her from us.
This is her home.
Where she belongs.
In the room beside mine, sleeping in the casket I had designed just for her… for the one who would click. It took years, but she’s finally here.
Sola deserves happiness. Whatever the fuck that lookslike.
When you figure it out, let me know.
As I pace the room, needing another release, coiled energy prickles under my skin.
When are they gonna be done?
My patience is circling the drain, and nobody wants to deal with me when it disappears.
The quicker these new assholes are dead, the faster I can see her. Smell her. Watch her through the camera feed. Watch her come. Watch. Watch. Watch. I need to watch. I need to see her. I need…
Creature pops his scarred face in the doorway. “We’re ready, Prez.”
I blow out a relieved breath.
