Page 123 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
Startled, I snapped my hand back, then calmed down when I realized where the sound was coming from.
“Get a hold of yourself, Georgia,” I blew out a breath. “It’s just the clock.”
There was nothing to worry about. It was the clock announcing the time, that was all. I placed my hand over my chest, attempting to steady the erratic beat of my heart, and mentally counted down the chimes.
Dong.
Eight.
Dong.
Nine.
Dong.
Ten.
Every light in the house went out, casting me into darkness.
Issac
There was a fine art to hiding. It was one that I had perfected at a young age. I’d find myself somewhere in a room where people didn’t tend to look—like the corner—then I would still every muscle in my body and calm my breathing. The first time I did it, my adrenaline was pumping so hard through my heart that I thought my dad would see me.
I didn’t have that problem now. I still got a similar high to what I did when I was young, but instead of being thrilled at the possibility of being caught, this shit turned me on, especially at times like this.
Georgia stopped inches away from me and raised up on her tiptoes to grab a towel from the top shelf. Her arm was so close to my face that I could smell the soap on her skin.
A part of me hoped that she would see me tucked into the shadows of her room so we could start our game early, but that wouldn’t be as much fun.
Thankfully, she didn’t see me. She also didn’t see Levi crouched behind the loveseat or Slater in the kitchen. There was a sick enjoyment that came from being the unseen. The depravity of it got me hard.
That moment when the person I was stalking walked right past me… that was truly exhilarating. Oblivion really was a beautiful thing. And Georgia Pyne was fucking oblivious.
Tonight was a normal night for her. The girl didn’t even sense us. Including Ravi, who was in the bathroom with her. That I based solely on the fact that I heard the shower turn on instead of a scream. Patience was key here.
My father did give me a time limit, but if I wanted that spot on the board, I’d have to play my cards right. Georgia Pyne wasn’t the kind of girl one easily broke. Yes, she was timid and nervous, but she was also stubborn and hardheaded. She didn’t like backing down. I would have to make her.
A task that seemed a lot easier a week ago. Mostly because I couldn’t focus. My end goal lines were starting to blur. Everything I ever wanted was right there, yet all I could think about were sick and depraved things I wanted to do to her.
I blamed my father’s no jerk off clause for that. I was so pent up that a couple of tugs might get me off, although I did find it odd that every fantasy I had involved one girl.
Georgia Pyne. I’d seen her naked a thousand times in my head while I did various things to her. From anal to deep pussy fucking and making her suck my cock. Hell, I even had onedream where she jerked me off while polishing some rocks. That shit was fucked up and for some reason hot as hell.
“Damn, Issac,” Ravi’s voice crackled softly through the masks’ built-in earpiece. “Georgia has a body on her.”
That was the last thing I needed to hear. Combine that with the sweet scent of her coconut shampoo, and I was barely hanging on. Half of me wanted to pin her up against the wall of that shower and fuck her stupid, and the other half wanted to find where she kept her panties and spray my come all over them.
Unfortunately, neither of those options was on the table. I couldn’t fuck her or jerk off until I broke her, and I had to bend her before I could do that. Hence, the game tonight.
“Jesus Christ, she shaves her pussy.”
Son of a bitch.
“That’s great, Ravi,” I grumbled while reaching down to adjust my cock. “We don’t need the commentary.”
“Speak for yourself,” Levi argued.
I couldn’t say I blamed him. We were all getting antsy. It had been thirty minutes since we invaded Georgia’s sanctuary and snuck into Craven House. At least, she thought it was her sanctuary.
