Page 42 of Savagely Scarred

Not only am I a sadist. Apparently, I am also a masochist.

Because I watched from the dark cover of the trees while he fucked her mouth and cunt.

My Lilith.

His Eve.

I really don’t like sharing. I could have easily walked up while they were distracted and snapped his neck. But then I realized I had made this entire plan in haste. I was watching her through my computer screen as she got ready in that outfit and it drove me into madness. That short fucking skirt with no panties on. My dick ached to be inside of her. And I was tired of waiting.

Spontaneity will get you killed though. You can’t let your feelings cloud your judgement. I’ve been playing the long game for months now, and it's a much better plan. Once I have her kneeling at my feet again, I’ll eliminate any other man who has touched her.

I just need to be patient.

I punch in the code to enter my building, the heavy door slamming shut behind me. The putrid, heavy air strangles me as I ascend the decrepit staircase. Plodding down the carpeted hallway, my skin pricks. It is unusually quiet.

No screaming.

No crying.

No banging.

The light above my door flickers, showcasing the bug carcasses it has accumulated. I pull my keys from my jean pocket and go through the routine of unlocking the multiple extra locks I installed for security.

Once inside, I stop dead in my tracks and stiffen. The keys slowly slip from my hand and clatter to the floor.

Standing in front of my computer monitors with her back to me, is Olivia.

I blink rapidly trying to process what the fuck I’m seeing.

My gaze starts at her knee-high boots and travels over her black miniskirt and tank top. Her curled hair cascades down her back. She’s slightly bent over the desk with her hands splayed on top.

“Who exactly are you looking for?” She gestures towards the camera feeds cycling through.

I grimace at her voice.

No, not Olivia.

I grit my teeth and slam the door shut behind me, not taking my burning gaze from the back of her head.

“How the fuck did you get in here?” I snarl.

She slowly turns with a shit eating grin on her face and holds up a small pouch that I can only assume contains a lock picking kit. I lock eyes with hers and my right one twitches again. She shoves it back into her purse that’s sitting on my desk and hoists herself up onto it. Her legs swing back and forth while she glances around the room.

“I honestly thought you’d live somewhere nicer. This place is beneath you.” She clicks her tongue before smiling up at me.

I storm over to her and grab her neck, squeezing it hard. “Who the fuck are you!” I spit in her face.

I’m not letting this bitch leave here alive. She’s going to ruin my fucking plans. If she needs to exit in a body bag, so be it.

She grins up at me and says without any hesitation, “Harder.”

I flinch back. I’m not used to women being submissive without having to work for it. Without having to break them first.

I don’t know why I do it, but I squeeze her neck harder before raising my voice, “Why are you following me?!”

“I told-d—you. I think—you’re hot,” she stutters.

I release her and step back, pushing my hair out of my face. She coughs and then continues to smile at me like a lunatic.