Page 11 of A Smile Full of Lies
Jesus mother-fucking Christ. She was going to be the death of me.
My whole body went molten and my cock throbbed behind my zipper; hard, needy, and straining for relief. I forced my breath to slow, dragged it deep into my lungs, keeping myself controlled and focused.
She wanted to be taken, overpowered, andclaimed, but only in a way where she could still feel safe inside it. This was fantasy wrapped in trust. I could see it, feel it, in the subtext. She craved the predator, but only if she could believe he’d neveractuallyhurt her.
I typed my next question, aching to see if she’d say it. Needing to know if she’d give me the final piece of the puzzle.
StrayDog777
Who is he? Someone you know? Or a stranger?
My hand hovered over the keys. My pulse slammed through my veins.
The cursor blinked.
One second.
Two.
GraveyardGirl93
I don’t know… but I think he has blue eyes.
My cock kicked hard and I palmed it through my jeans, giving it a slow, punishing squeeze. A grin spread across my face — sharp, hungry, uncontainable — as a feral satisfaction roared through my bloodstream. My chest tightened beneath the rhythm of my pounding heart, each beat deliberate,drenched in a need so intense it goddamn hurt.
Me. She was talking aboutme.
She’d never admit it out loud — not yet, not after everything — but I knew the truth. I saw it in the way she flinched when I got too close, in the way her breath caught when I brushed her hand. Licking that marshmallow fluff off my thumb while I stared her down earlier? It worked exactlythe way I wanted it to.
Without thinking twice, I hacked into the webcam and mic on her laptop so I could see her, hear her. Her breath was already in my head, shallow and quick. She was damn near panting for me. Fuck, she was a perfect sight, with her lips parted and pupils dilated with a heady mix of lust and adrenaline.
I watched the moment realization hit her, sheer panic flaring stark and beautiful across her perfect face as she registered what she’d just confessed, even if she thought it was just to somerandom, faceless user on an anonymous forum. Her cheeks flushed, and she slammed the laptop shut, cutting the feed midstream.
Rude.
I leaned back in my chair. One hand drifted down, adjusting the hard ache behind my zipper. She had no fucking idea what she did to me.
A minute passed. Then another.
Still, I didn’t move. I sat there, letting the tension coil low and tight, feeling the insistent throb between my legs, the electricity humming hotter beneath my skin.
She was right there. Just across the yard. Barely a few strides away.
My chest constricted. My hand brushed the black mask tucked in my jacket pocket. I smiled, slow and wicked.
Patience, Knox, I told myself.Don’t be reckless. Wait until she’s asleep before you do what you’re thinking of doing.
I didn’t panic, didn’t curse, didn’t move.
I just exhaled once, slow and steady, and reached for the mouse.
She might’ve cut me off from one angle, but I’d planned for moments like this years ago.
All it took was two clicks.
The feed from the discreet floodlight cam on the back corner of my house lit up my monitor, its night vision flaring soft and ghostly before settling into focus.
The camera faced directly toward her bedroom window. I’d installed it myself when she was nineteen, and told myself it was for home security, but that was only a fraction of the twisted, multifaceted, ugly, inescapable monster known as the truth.
