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Sade was right. She probably never slept with Romano. All the logical arguments point to that. But she keeps risking everything to keep in touch with him, and that says a lot. He must have something on her so deep and dirty that she can’t afford to deny him her collaboration in his plans. Or he just has her under threat for some other reason. He is, after all, a King. No mere mortal can deny him without consequences.
Which is why this is the only way to do this.
Hours after Beast Mode sped down the street on his bike, my eyes are still glued to her window. Long after her lights went out. I could use my set of keys to get inside her apartment, press my gloved hand to her mouth, and stick my cock deep and hard into her. I’d fill that pussy to the brim with my cum, making sure every male for miles knows she’s mine. But I won’t be able to keep from barging into Santi Rossi’s apartment and bashing his head against the wall for jerking off to her pictures, so I wrestle myself into staying put.
Not that there would be any consequences for my cracking the bastard’s skull open, but I don’t want Eva to hate me.
Fact is, there’s something about this woman that drives men crazy. It’s even breaking patterns of kink that said men thought were part of their identity. That’s me. I’m men. I went from a nasty fucker who couldn’t get off unless there was a gang bang involved, to having a single woman fill my every thought.
I’m perfectly aware of how much of a sicko I’ve become for her as I whip out my hard cock. My eyes are still fixed on her window as I spit into my palm and wrap it around my girth. I stroke down, thinking of the hilt of my dagger inside her pussy. Of how she came all over it while I filled her ass with my fingers. I took her filthily and thoroughly, and she was all there for it.
I pump myself violently, stifling a groan when my cum spills over my fist. I imagine it decorating the folds of her pussy after I’ve fucked her raw, and more pleasure shudders through my body, my balls clenching with need for the real thing.
After using the tissues in the glove compartment to clean myself, I spend the rest of the night watching her apartment and making the kind of plans in my head only a man with an obsession could make. I’m a natural disaster waiting to take over her life, and I’m about to fucking happen.
When the sun casts its first rays of stinging light over the windshield, I catch a glimpse of my eyes in the rearview mirror. They’re bloodshot, red rims offsetting the deep dark of my irises, giving me the look of a deranged stalker. Maybe one day they’ll make a documentary about me and my obsession with Eva Brannan.
CHAPTER VII
Eva
I’m groggy as I walk out of the meeting with the dean, my brain swimming inside my skull. I tossed and turned in bed all night, and even ended up picking up Santi’s casserole off the floor at two o’clock in the morning.
Which he apparently took as incentive to follow me now as I leave the meeting room, despite my hurrying down the hall and hoping he won’t catch up. To no avail.
“Everything all right?” he inquires as he falls into step beside me.
I force a smile. “Sure, why wouldn’t it be?”
He rubs the back of his head with an awkward smile. I remember that we never got the chance to talk after he caught me with Micah in front of my apartment. It’s not rocket science to assume that he’s been dying to talk to me.
“Well, you seemed kind of distracted when you came home yesterday. Something bothering you? Or maybe someone?”
I keep walking, wondering if the news reached the professors, too. I had a nagging feeling that everyone was watching me from the corners of their eyes during the meeting, and that the dean avoided eye contact altogether, but I must just be paranoid. If they heard that I’m screwing a student, they would have said something for sure. Wouldn’t they?
“Rough patch,” I try to dismiss it. “It always is when we get to the nihilists. They’re tricky to dive into, and I almost kill myself trying to find new ways of getting my students through it. Anyway, thanks for the casserole! I’ll wash the pan and bring it tomorrow morning, if that’s all right.” If I offer to bring it over tonight, he’ll just take the chance to keep me talking, or even press me to invite him over. That’s not possible early in the morning before work.
