Page 27 of Insatiable

Jesus fucking Christ. If I wasn’t in a car park, I’d finish myself off.

As soon as her students leave, I’m going back in. This is just an itch to scratch. That’s all. I’ll fuck her against the wall and tell her to stay out of my way until I have to leave town again.

The fuck? No.

Then I’d just be playing into her little game of emotional fucking turmoil, and I refuse to go down that road again. Not this time. But I’d be lying if I said that seeing her tonight hadn’t woken a side of me that needed to touch every inch of her body.

Stupid urges.

Repress that shit.

That’s all they are. Urges. Because am I fuck ever going back to that.

Not that I could, even if I wanted to.

Stacey Rhodes is the devil in disguise. She’s hot as hell on the outside, has a personality that makes you fall for her, but is utterly ugly and fake on the inside. My traitorous cock clearly doesn’t know the difference between a snake and an angel and needs to stand the fuck down.

The hard-on is painful, even as I adjust myself and lean back.

I shouldn’t have watched her dance. I shouldn’t have volunteered to fix the stupid ceiling. I should’ve known after seeing her at the party that I should be keeping my distance. Now my dick is twitching in my shorts and begging me not to drive away.

Did she reply to Base? He’s been saying for weeks that he wants her after seeing a video of her dancing with my sister. He’d messaged our group chat, asking if we thought he should send her a text. I ignored him obviously, but Dez told him to enjoy the full-on rejection she’d toss at him.

Which seemed to have egged him on more.

I nearly cracked his head open when they planned to partner up at the weekend. The girl on my lap was about to be thrown off me and a blade thrust through his skull.

She’d warp his mind like she did to me, and no one wants a broken Base.

But if he were to go there, I’d kill him. I’d regret it as soon as I did, but I would slaughter him in a heartbeat.

Impulsive. I’m far too impulsive.

Thank fuck I made my friends leave the party. I watched her through CCTV going to sleep in the guest room and felt like I could relax.

But then Tylar left her on her own.

My obsessive tendencies – a trait pointed out by my old therapist – meant I kept checking on her. I couldn’t sit at peace without the need to make sure Base, or some other drunken wanker, hadn’t snuck into the bed against her will. I was fully prepared to sleep against the door with my gun, just to make sure that didn’t happen.

I’d quietly opened the door and ushered my dogs in with her, because I knew no one would try to slide into the room if they were there.

Plus, irritatingly, Milo and Hopper missed her.

I watched her sleep through the cameras and drank until I could barely see while she cuddled into our— my dogs.

But thenshecalled, and I had to leave.

I got dressed, made sure my gun was fully loaded, and filled my holsters with blades and other weapons before leaving.

My phone dings – a reminder to download my boarding pass.

When Luciella said that Dad had booked two extra tickets so I could also visit, I’d thought about asking Dez to come with me instead. Not out of favouritism, but I didn’t want to spend the entire time listening to Base talking about how he should approach my bitch of an ex. He doesn’t know about our past – she begged me to keep it between us until she was ready to tell Luciella, so my best friend now wanting to screw her is just fucking great.

Maybe I’ll burn his passport before he can board?

No. Impulsive, controlling prick. They can do what they want. He’ll be the one to look like an idiot when she fucks him over. Because that’s what she does. She draws you in, feeds you lies and feelings and fake bullshit, only to drop it all on your head.

To say that I’m a bitter cunt about it is an understatement.

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