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I hang up.
Briar’s eyes roll as she moans, grinding the pillow into the mattress. My hand tugs at my zipper, frantic.
“Agh!” she yells out. “Zayden!”
Fire rages in my veins. She’s going to regret that.
“Derrik!”
My hands ball into fists now as heat crawls up my neck. If she’s trying to aggravate me to the point I break into her house and punish her for those cries, she’s succeeding.
Still, my cock throbs as she continues pleasuring herself with the pillow. She bites down on her lip as her legs stiffen, and I may come in my pants watching her unravel.
But before she does, she dismounts from her pillow and climbs off the bed.
Making direct eye contact with the hidden camera as she approaches. “This is over,” she purrs. “Stop spying on me, Saint.”
Her palm covers the camera, and my heart skips. “No?—”
But the footage cuts out.
I jump to my feet, heart hammering as I hunch with my hands on my desk, eyes glued to the monitor. Briar makes her way through each room, collecting the cameras until she finds the final device in the kitchen.
There, she picks up a hammer, and everything goes black.
Fuck.
She should know by now that I won’t let her get away with this shit. She’s not hiding or running from me. She’ll never escape me. She is mine to keep. Forever.
When I reach her house, all the lights are out. She’s gotten smarter and locked her doors and all the first-floor windows. I grin. She thinks she can keep me out.
My muse has more raging flames in her than I ever could’ve imagined, and I delight in playing with fire.
From the shed, I pull out a ladder and scale her house with entirely too much ease. Her room is dark when I stand outside her window, unlocked after she yelled at me to leave her property.
Every time she yells at me, fights me, my cock twitches. Hell, every time I’m near her.
If she hadn’t taunted me and broken all my cameras, I might’ve stayed away for the night. But now she’ll find out exactly what happens when she tries to hide from me.
I slide the window open with a muted hiss. She doesn’t stir, and her soft snores are music to my ears. I drop into the chair in the corner of her room, the one she reserves for reading when she wants to curl up and remain immobile for eight hours until she finishes a four-hundred-page book.
Watching her sleep is almost torture. Now that I’ve seen the parts of her body that would make any mortal man fall to his knees, saliva floods my mouth, needing to be spread over every inch of her.
When I had her in my office, her nipples peaked the instant I ripped open her blouse. The swell of her breasts heaved with every nervous, anticipatory breath. Her soft belly pooled in a pouch below her navel that made me want to nibble every inch. Her smooth thighs trembled slightly beneath my touch, but they fell apart with little effort.
And then, when I knelt before her, something shifted in those blue eyes that melted me. Her lids hooded, pupils darkened, as she basked in her saint on his knees in worship of her.
Beneath her skirt, with her panties off, her perfect pussy glistened for me, when I’d barely gotten my hands on her. The evidence of the arousal she couldn’t deny. No matter how much she wars between her logic and her desires, the proof lay there right between her legs.
She wants me. Aches for me. Just as I ache for her.
While she spent her weekend with Mack, giggling and yelling at the television, cuddling with their cats and snoring on the couch, I spent mine writing in a frenzy with the feed from her cameras on the other half of my screen. The words poured out of me. Characters sprung to life, dialogue leapt off the page, and the themes of protection and love nearly made my eyes mist.
Briar may not understand why I do these things for her yet. She may not understand how the depth of my affection for her could run so deep when the time we’ve had together has been so little. But someday, she will. When the same realization dawns on her—the moment we met, we’d found the other half of our broken souls. Our match. Our soulmate. Just as the Earth is meant to orbit the Sun, I am meant to orbit her.
Twenty minutes of watching her sleep isn’t enough to satiate my hunger for her. Watching is no longer enough. Not anymore. I need to touch. Taste.
She’ll enjoy waking up to that. Until I punish her for what she’s done.
