Page 152 of Fatality

I stare at her from behind my desk.

She looks so peaceful.

And somehow, despite everything, my body is reacting to her again.

I drag a hand over my face.

This is becoming a fucking problem.

The image of her eyes, locking onto mine while I tell her she will never want to see me ever again is driving me crazy.

She should be scared, why is she not?

If anyone walks in, they will probably see my cock straining painfully against my jeans.

I slide my hand to palm myself, the friction offering a little compared to her cunt that would be tight for sure.

But right now, all I can think about is the look in her eyes when her consciousness fully returns.

That fleeting second when she realizes exactly where she is.

How desperately she'll want to fucking end my existence.

And for some fucked-up reason, the thought won't leave my head.

I turn my head and look at her, sleeping on my couch, in my garage, her stomach full of food I paid for after she nearly choked on it because she fucking fell asleep.

My gaze drifts to her soft lips, twitching slightly, probably dreaming about insulting someone.

I stand abruptly, hard enough that my chair slams into the wall, and stalk toward her sleeping form.

I lean over her.

My eyes are blazing, glowing in the darkness.

The entire garage is dark, the only light coming from the cyber-lit streets outside. They're far enough away that my office remains almost completely black.

Except for my eyes.

I know I should let her sleep, but fuck.

That spoiled brat, that little demon who’s not afraid of me or anyone here when she should.

Every instinct tells me to walk away.

Instead, I take another step closer.

My fingers brush a stray strand of jet-black hair from her forehead, my touch is rough, calloused.

She shifts in her sleep.

Then just settles again, dead asleep, completely unaware of me hovering over her like a fucking creep, which I am.

She sighs in her sleep, letting out a soft moan that sends shivers down my spine.

My entire body tenses up, as if bracing itself for something.

I feel my adrenal booster flood my system, my body ignoring every order my brain gives it.