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How much I want to murder them for daring to treat her this way.
I couldn’t stand it. They treated her like nothing, like a burden, a disappointment. They didn’t love her. They never had. And now I regret I didn’t shove a knife down their throats.
I told myself I wouldn’t touch her. I wouldn’t taint her. But God, I wanted to.
I wanted to feel her skin under my fingertips. To make her shudder from pleasure as she moaned my name louder. I wanted to mark her, to claim her in a way no one else ever could.
To hear that voice tremble, to feel her body stiffen in my arms as she realized that there would be no escape from me.
So the obsession with finding him faded away, and the obsession with her grew inside me. It clawed in my mind, like the darkness they spilled in my soul, and hasn’t let me relax ever since.
After coming home from work, I enter my house and head straight to her room. There's no point in wasting more time.
I march down the hall and forcefully open her bedroom door. She instantly jolts up from the bed she was lying in.
“Oh, it’s you,” she breathes as if relieved and lies back in her bed.
“Were you expecting someone else?” I walk farther into the bedroom.
“The police, maybe?” The corner of her upper lip curls higher as she throws her venomous scorn at me. She turns her back, covers herself with the blanket, and sinks in the bed.
I can’t even begin to describe how amused this woman makes me. Everything about her turns me on, even her spiteful tongue and resentful attitude.
I take a cigarette from my pants pocket and light it up, inhaling deeply.
“Stop being a martyr.” I drag and keep the smoke in my lungs. “It doesn’t suit you.”
“And do what?” She jolts up, facing me again. “Huh? Wear the dresses you bought for me and walk around your house waiting for you to chase me down and fuck me?”
I love that feisty side of hers. She’s such a fucking turn-on.
“I haven’t done that. Yet.” I let the cigarette dangle from my lips and take one step closer. “However, I cannot deny that your pleads to fuck you ring in my ears loudly.” I remove the sandy blonde strand of hair that falls loose on her face.
“Fuck off!”
I grab her face and squeeze her cheeks. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, such a dirty little thing.”
“What do you want from me, huh?!” She slaps my hand away. “You’ve trapped me here in your terrifying house, and you’re not even around. I am alone all day!”
“Would you want me to be with you all the time?” I smirk.
“I-I didn’t say that …” She falters and pulls herself back. I hum in an attempt to hide my amusement once again. “I don’t even have the basics in here.”
My eyes narrow. “Basics?”
“A straightening iron.” She crosses her arms.
“Thatwill make you happy?”
“Being free will make me happy.” She scoffs, a snide smile adorning her sexy face.
“Not gonna happen.” I inhale the smoke again.
“You know what? If you didn’t smoke in my face, it would make me happy.”
I pause for a few seconds and look into her glacier-blue eyes. Her gaze locks on mine, trying to decode my expression. Her features soften. Such an innocent, gorgeous fucking dollface.
My eyes drop to her lips. Those full lips that I can’t take out of my head and make me fantasize about a million and one scenarios about how badly I want to violate them to the point they’re swollen and red. Until she can no longer take it. The soft, natural lines framing her lips become more pronounced as her impatience for me to speak grows.
