19. Him
HIM
DESIRE
“Have a good day, sir.”
“Thank you. See you in the morning.” My response is quick—clipped—as I quicken my pace, desperate to leave this building and hurry home.
The fingerprint reader beeps its acceptance, and not a second later, I throw open the front door, letting it shut behind me.
I don’t stop.
I can’t.
I’m already unzipping my slacks as I take the stairs toward our safe place.
I need this release. Fuck me, I need it.
The moment I’m in my chair, I release my aching cock, then press play on my favorite video.
My favorite girl.
I keep my eyes fixed on her beautiful face, remembering every detail of this moment.
The way she tried to hide how I made her feel.
My hips thrust in time with the rough fuck I gave her.
Does she still feel me?
The sound of our bodies coming together—her cries—has me working my dick so hard it bursts.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I smear my essence over my thighs, wishing it was her skin instead.
Goddamn, that felt good.
But it’s not enough.
It’s been too long since my monster has been sated.
He’s raging, crawling beneath my skin.
He’s only satisfied when he’s dominating. Fucking.
He wants to bury himself inside of her.
Take her.
Ravage her.
Mark her with our seed.
Remind her that he’s in control— he’s the one who chooses if she lives or dies.
She’s ruining everything.
She left her apartment. Didn’t even find the gift I left for her. Didn’t get to reminisce the way I did.
I watched her get in the car with that good-for-nothing special agent. Watched them from the shadows. Watched them pull into the garage. His garage.
He can’t have her.
Can’t touch her.
I need to get her away from him.
And I might have just the thing…