Eight
Her Phantom
Sin
G oddamn it, my cock throbbed. My balls were tight and felt as if they were prisoner to her. Shackled behind bars as I took my time with her and enjoyed her need to disobey me. Everything inside of me ached to have her. Pulsated with a savage need for her.
Liv Valencia was a spitfire. She was my deepest, darkest desire. Pure temptation I could take, but our time would come.
For now, I’d hide behind this fucking tree trunk and watch her from behind her windows. The glass was clear for all the city to see, but only my eyes looked her way. Waited for her from inside of the fortress her fiancé had built for her, keeping her locked away for himself to have and fully control. But I knew she wanted to escape .
She needed to be set free.
My little obsession’s time would come. I’d see to it. We may be at odds, and she could continue to defy me, but she’d come around.
I’d make her.
Liv thought she had me with her slow walk of confidence toward the window. Her sure will to fight back and not believe in the words I had sent her. She tested me when she shouldn’t have, and I’d make her pay for it. But fuck … she was everything.
My fingers dug into the tree bark and a slight tingle of pain stung from the bark scratching me. The pain was no match for the torture ignited inside me while my eyes locked in on her seductive movements. The slacks I had worn, she made me regret. They grew tighter with each sway of her curvaceous hips and every bounce of her busty tits. I thought for sure my zipper would split. But I freed my erection and held my solid girth in my hand.
My obsession wouldn’t get away with giving me the middle finger. I’d see that she obeyed her master. She’d bend to me and quiver for me. I was going to make her scream for forgiveness.
My fingers moved as I sent more texts and a surprise that I couldn’t wait for her to receive. I held all the power, and if she was as smart as I thought she was, I’d have her right where I wanted her .
I tucked my cell phone back into my pocket and wrapped my hand around my cock when she disappeared from view. The motion of my hand sliding up and down my shaft would usually keep me aroused, but it wasn’t enough. I needed to see her. I craved to peer into her big brown eyes and bury myself inside of her soul.
Liv made me want more. Need more. I became addicted to wanting more of everything when it came to her.
My hand moved faster as I waited for her response, and I held up my other hand with the most intoxicating sound: keys jangling against each other—two, to be precise—and the sweet sound made me harder than I had ever been.
I had a way in. She wouldn’t even know I was coming. I was one step closer to making her ours.