Page 16 of Mara
Gigi didn’t pester me further, so I didn’t mention it was for my pet scorpion at home, Fluffy.
This was a particularly tasty treat.
A spider.
After de-leashing myself from Gianna, I made my way back home and brought Fluffy his thawed-out dinner. The spider was able to regain control of his legs and slowly made a few rounds to explore the territory. This kind of spider usually ruled the area, taking down its prey with ease. I had a fascination with a predator succumbing to their own pride.
The spider walked around and around the large enclosure, even taking a few nibbles of leftover bug carcasses. It likely believed it was put into a dream world with free food, but dream worlds can quickly turn into nightmares.
On cue, Fluffy noted the disturbance in his home but waited under the sand for the right moment to strike. As a death stalker scorpion, Fluffy knew what it meant to be the king of predators. He was not bested by anyone but man.
Fluffy had enough poison coursing through him to kill even me, but adjusting him to my pheromones let him know I was not a threat. He and I understood each other. We were both predators living in a world where we simply had to wait for the opportune moment to strike down our prey. We never had to work. It simply took patience and the prey’s illusion of safety.
Fluffy emerged from the dark sand, his stinger striking into the belly of the arachnid. The spider convulsed, the poison paralyzing it instantly.
Fluffy pulled his stinger free and uncurled from his victim, the poor spider collapsing in on itself. It wasn’t dead…yet.
No, Fluffy would gorge on the paralyzed, helpless thing until it was just a shell—another carcass in his graveyard. Just as I would enjoy doing to Mara, I had her in my trap. Now all I had todo was give her the illusion of safety within my arms, and then I could strike her down and eat her for dinner.
Iwas a dirty, disgusting, nasty whore.
I wanted to scrub my eyeballs and scream at myself at the same time.
How could I do this to Gigi?
I was an awful big sister. I failed her so badly. I was watching her like a creepy voyeur while she…
Something was seriously wrong with me. It was a cosmic punishment that I cracked my fucking phone on the concrete.
I deserved that.
I deserved worse.
I got to my car and threw the broken cell phone in the passenger seat, his image frozen in the cracked screen of my phone that was probably permanently damaged.
His face was beautiful.
His half-lidded hazel eyes were practically glowing gold, his head thrown back, with the slightest crease in his brows.
His orgasm was beautiful, and his sounds…
God, I lived my whole life unable to hear men moan during sex because they were either quiet or didn’t like their own sounds.
This man was loud and proud. It was like thunder. A growl that permeated through my hearing device and reverberated deep into my needy pussy.
“What is wrong with you?” I asked myself aloud as I closed myself into my car and locked the doors.
“You’re lucky you didn’t get killed by the parking garage axe murderer or gotten caught by your fucking boss masturbating on work property.
I was yelling so loud my frequency channels were picking up my shrill squeaking and only making me angrier at the pain the decibels brought to my ears.
“Fuck you. Fuck me. Fuck Gianna. Fuck everybody.”
I was hysterical, and that fact wasn’t lost on me as I screamed and ranted my entire way home. I still wasn’t done cursing my own existence when I unlocked my door to my house and waited for the glowing red eyes to emerge from the darkness.
Sure enough, my vicious ferret charged over to me before I flipped on the light, and the two glowing orbs bounced toward me.
“Hi, Cheese.” I leaned down and gave his long back a scratch. “Mommy is an idiot.”
