She has no idea I’ve been stalking her, and that’s a secret I’ll forever keep to myself.
“Have you chosen what motorcycle we’re going with?” I pet her head, my hands stroking her beautiful,silky hair.
“This one.”
“Yours?”
“Yes, sir.”
“It’s too low and small for me, baby. You’ll have to choose another one.”
She looks away from me and crosses her arms in disappointment. “But I want this one.”
“I don’t want a brattyattitude today. Pick another one. This one is yours and it’s going nowhere. I’ll teach you how to ride it by yourself, I promise.”
“You will?”
“Of course, as long as you behave.”
She jumps off the neon-pink motorcycle instantly and runs over to a green one instead. Kawasaki Ninja. “Maybe this one?”
“Okay baby, get on top.”
She does as I say and sits on it, the view making me hard. I’m going to fuck her wet pussy on one of my bikes very soon, bend her over and spank her cheeks until they’re red on one of the others.
But now, the good in me wants to do something to make her feel appreciated. The beast will simply have to wait, though I let the fantasies consume me. They own my mind and there’s nothing that will change it.
Chapter 17
Anastasia
An uneasy feeling spreads through me at the same time as warmth, knowing he got the motorcycle just for me. But he knew my favorite color before I got the chance to mention it, just as he knew about the books and the drink. I decidenot to think deeper into it. I don’t want to know what sick ways got him the information.
I’ve tried to stalk him a few times, at least his name. I wanted to know things about him before I knew who he was or what he looked like. But it’s like even the internet wanted to keep me in the dark about it.
There were rumors about him,the beast. But I remember the words Matheo spoke before his death.My angel of a brother, he had said. So how much of a beast was Brian really?
The image of him as a beast is slowly fading, because he is truly no beast at all. He has a dark side, but it no longer frightens me. It only makes me want to know more.
My mind keeps returning to the moment he tied me to the chair, how I was terrified and secretlyexcitedat the same time. The mixed emotions turned me on even more. But the thing that confused me the most was the way my body trusted him, fully trusted him to tie me down and do whatever pleased him.
The memory of him jerking off to the sight of me turns me on more than it should, and I want him to do it again. I want him to tie me down again and toy with me, all while pleasuring himself.
“Is everything okay?” His voice breaks through the spiral I didn’t notice myself entering.
“Y...yes!” I stutter, voice cracking.
“Don’t lie to me, Anastasia. Tell me what you were thinking of.” His voice is demanding.
He leaves my side and comes back a few seconds later, helmets in his hands. He gives me mine before I get to answer his question. I swallow deeply as I try to find the courage to tell him, but it doesn’t happen quickly enough for his taste.
“Tell me.” He says, his hand wrapping around my waist.
“I...” I can’t get the words out.
He looks long and hardinto my eyes, and for whatever reason, a reason I am more than thankful for, he decides not to push me further and lets go of me.
The garage door opens and he pushes us outside, him sitting behind me just like last time. The sun is starting to set as he turns on the engine, the familiar growl filling the air.
