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The words are practically a purr from her lips, and I can’t help but notice how the deep green of her gaze clouds with desireas she nibbles on her bottom lip. Bernadettestaresat my body like she wants it.
She is more treacherous and desirable than any siren, succubae, or nymph, and I am defenseless to her wiles.
Orange blazes in my brain, a quick flash of light that pierces my skull as her plump red lips pull into a sweet smile.
That full curve of her mouth taunts me, her rebellious gaze daring me to dominate her brattishness. A growl rattles from my chest as she edges closer, as if unable to stop herself from seeing more.
“You can’t fault me for looking, Frank,” she says, her mouth turning up into a mulish line, disappointment lining her features as she stares boldly at me.
I watch her bite her lip, nibbling at the soft flesh as a hint of vulnerability appears in her gaze that wasn’t there a moment ago, sending a wave of unwanted tenderness inside me.
I’ve been rejecting her when giving in to my urges could be the solution to all of my problems.
Fucking her will fix my emotions and stop this obsession. If that’s the case, I will fuck the smile off her face and make her beg for more.
Oh yes, I’ll make her beg and force her to feel this all-consuming desire the way I do, until it breaks her apart. Images of her splayed before me messy and destroyed from the abuse I put her beautiful body through come to mind easily.
Decision made, I rise from the tub, relishing how her smile falls away, leaving her mouth in a soft O of surprise, one I’ll soon be shoving my cock inside.
Chapter 24
BERNADETTE CRENSHAW
“What do you want, Bernadette?” Frank asks. His dick bobs between his legs, engorged, thick, and swollen, somehow larger than the last time I saw it.
My god I want that very much.
My insides pulse as he drags his hand back down, making my mouth water.
The bastard. I meet his gaze and steel my lady balls for what is sure to come next.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned about Frank in the handful of days I’ve known him, it's that he's a cock tease, and I’ll more than likely end up rubbing one out by myself later, as soon as he points me in the direction of an internet device.
“I need a laptop,” I tell him, almost laughing at the puzzlement on his face from the request.
“Not happening,” he growls.
“Cell phone?” I ask.
“No.”
I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him, trying my best to keep my gaze above the waist as he grabs for another towel, sucking in a deep breath when he begins to towel off starting with his light blonde hair.
Oh god.
Too much more of this, and I’ll be begging him to ease this ache between my legs. I’ve been horny before, but for some reason today is by far the worst.
“Why?” he asks.
The question throws me.
“Why what?” I ask, my nipples tightening at the sight of him toweling off his chest, my breathing shallow while my heartrate increases. Damn him.
“Why do you all of a sudden request a laptop?” he asks, his tone genuine.
Think, Bernie. Why are we asking for a laptop and not tackling the naked and vulnerable man?
Oh right, to find out what he is. “I figure it’s time to update my socials,” I answer, shrugging my shoulders. I’m not about to tell him I’ve got plans of deep diving his village, his company, his very name until I find every source of information I can on who, what, and how he came to be here.
