10. Kioni
Kioni
Swooping up the spare key she has hidden in a flower pot, I let myself in.
I don’t have time to waste climbing through the window.
Although it is more fun. Adds to the thrill.
I already know she’s in the tub. Ignoring me.
I have cameras covering every inch of this house.
My heart races the second I see her. Utter perfection.
Her hair is on top of her head, but she sank so far into the tub that part of it got wet, anyway.
She can’t hear my footsteps as I stalk toward her. Unaware of the storm she just brewed.
She hums, and a grin spreads across her face as if she didn’t just try brushing me off.
Brushing us off. As if last night wasn’t the best thing that has ever happened to both of us.
I grasp a handful of hair as I shove her head underwater.
She flails. Water sloshes over the sides.
Her nails do nothing to penetrate my gloves and jacket.
I yank her up, allow her to get a breath, and force her back under.
When I pull her up again, I keep my hand in her hair and crane her neck to look up at me, pulling the earbuds from her ears and tossing them to the ground. Her eyes are wild and she’s panting.
“What—” she starts, but I cut her off with a tug on her hair.
“You lost your privilege to speak first after you silenced me.”
A tear drips down her cheek, and I wipe it away with my thumb.
“Baby girl, if you had asked or even checked your bank account, you would have seen that the money you paid through that fucking app was refunded. You…I want you.” Relief washes across her face, and I slip my hand under the water, cupping her pussy.
“Give me a color.” The voice changer hides the plea behind the command.
I love watching her come. I need to watch her come.
To know that this is just the beginning and I haven’t lost her already.
She opens and closes her mouth, unable to speak the word.
“You don’t have to hide anymore. Not around me.
Never around me. Show me your fangs when you come, little wolf. ”
“G-Green,” she whimpers, and I dip a finger inside her, then another, and another.
Her lips part and her eyelids flutter closed when I rub her clit with my thumb.
Just when she’s about to fall apart on my fingers, I push her head underwater again.
She thrashes and comes, clawing at my arms and pulsing around my fingers.
I watch her face through the water, pleasure of my own coursing through my body just from watching her break apart for me.
Water spews from her lips when I release her, and she rises, gasping for air and coughing. I want to kiss her. Fuck do I want to feel her lips on mine. I spin around and leave, a trail of water following me. I need a release of my own before I murder someone.
My bike is hidden in the woods behind her house, near a deer trail that pops out on the opposite side.
She picked the perfect house for me to be able to sneak in and out freely.
Even if her neighbors did see me, they wouldn’t actually see me.
They are too far away. The air penetrates my wet clothing, sending chills over my heated body.
But it does nothing to cool the inferno burning deep within.
“Why the fuck are you wet?” Ryker blurts out as I walk past him.
“You don’t want to know,” I clip, walking straight to my bedroom and stripping off my clothes.
I grab my two essentials—my laptop and my vibrator.
The tension in my body dissipates the second that vibration hits my clit.
Like taking your first breath of air after coming underwater.
She’s in the bathtub, staring at the ceiling like it holds all the answers.
Just imagining kissing her after I dragged her out of the water causes my pussy to spasm, milking nothing but air.
I seal my lips tight but force my eyelids to stay parted, watching the screen.
Before the wave can fully recede, she rises from the water. My good god, she’s fucking perfection. I don’t remove the toy from between my legs. She seizes my body, and I smack my hand over my mouth, silencing the eruption inside of me.
I’m hers. Irrevocably hers. She just doesn’t know it yet.