Chapter Thirty
Hidden by the trees outside your bedroom window, I can only watch as that man put his hands on your body. I can’t believe it, Paige. The playboy was bad enough, but now his friend too? I am heartbroken. I thought you were perfect, Paige, but you’re fast becoming just another little slut.
My hands trembled as I clenched them into fists, the nails digging painfully into my palms. I watched him lay you down, your golden hair spread out like a halo, and then… oh God, Paige, I watched you touch yourself. For a few minutes, I forgot he was even there. I wonder if you did too. I think you forgot he was there, Paige, and that you were touching yourself for my benefit. I watched your fingers sliding into your cunt and imagined the noises you were making. I fucked my hand watching you, Paige. If you want to be treated like a whore, then I can do that. I can make you scream my name in pleasure, just as easily as I can make you cry out in pain.
But then he touched you, Paige. His filthy hands on your soft, sweet skin. I felt a sharp pain in my chest as if someone stabbed me there. It took every ounce of strength in me not to burst through the window and rip his hands off you.
I watched in horror as he ripped off your clothes, leaving you exposed and vulnerable under him. You didn’t stop him, Paige. You let him touch you, kiss you... I hate that you’d been corrupted by them.
I promised myself right then, Paige. He would be the last man to touch you like that. I will make sure of it.
As I walked away from your house that night, blood boiling with jealousy and anger, all I could think of is how good it will feel when I finally have you, when your body is marked by me alone.
The taste of your fear mixed with confusion when I take you; your screams echoing through my empty apartment will be a symphony to my ears. There”s no rush though, Paige. I want to savour every single moment with you before the inevitable end.
Right now, my mind is a whirl of explicit scenes, each darker than the one before. The sound of your cries filling my ears as I force myself inside you. The way your body will arch under mine, the sobbing pleas falling on deaf ears. I will consume you, Paige. Every part of you, until you have nothing left. Until you are nothing but mine.