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Anything will do. A gesture, a word—or even a silent agreement would be enough. Without any of those, it’s no different from grooming her and confiscating her will, and I have no interest in a shell.
I need her fight, her kicks and claws. I need her steel-like will to bend for me only because she wants it too.
But most of all, I want her genuine screams.
Her fear.
Her everything.
And in order for her to give me that, she needs to willingly open up.
Judging from how she talks about school and home, I say we’re getting close to that phase.
How close, is the question now.
I used to take pride in my patient nature, but that characteristic is nonexistent when it comes to Naomi.
Devouring her lips and eating her sweet cunt for dinner aren’t enough anymore. And neither is how submissive she gets when she’s on her knees, letting me fuck her face.
I need more.
To own her whole.
To taste all of her.
I take a sip of my beer and relax against the booth. Maybe if I start telling a horror story, Owen will stop with his one-man show.
Or I can stop pretending that I like it here and just go to her.
That would sound like the best idea if I hadn’t planned to make her miss me today. It’s the weekend, so I haven’t seen her since I dropped her off at her house after the game and kissed her senseless on the porch.
During the whole game, I was barely able to concentrate with her in my view. I couldn’t stop staring at her tiny clothes and imagining her naked—or running.
In that moment, I fantasized about giving the game the middle finger, kidnapping her from the sidelines and getting the fuck out of there.
The thought itself was alarming, but no more than how much I’ve yearned to see her face every day. Or how I’ve looked forward to simple platonic meals with her where I’ve listened to her nerdy side talk about manga and anime and serial killers.
She loves the latter more than I’d like. And no, I’m not jealous of damn serial killers.
So after last night, I decided that she might be starting to take me for granted. Since I first got her in my sights, she’s been reluctant about everything, acting as if she doesn’t want me or what I’m offering, even while her cunt tightened around my fingers and tongue.
That’s why I created the distance.
I didn’t call or sext, as usual.
It’s time she gets in contact first.
I scroll through my phone and find messages from Grandma telling me good morning and reminding me of her party schedule. Then there’s a text from Nate and some others from random people on campus.
Nothing from Naomi, though.
It’s been a whole day and there’s still no news.
My lips twist. Is she really going to ignore me? Fuck her stubbornness.
“Do I smell defeat in the air?”
My gaze slides to my right where Reina has made a seat for herself. Placing one leg over the other, she watches me with what seems like nonchalance but actually hides her cunning nature.
