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The job is too easy. It’s a tracking one, but the idiot is so unaware, he uses his credit cards for everything, even when trying to lie low. I play with him for a few hours, stalking him and letting him feel me watching, and he starts to panic before locking himself in some shady hotel room. Paying off the reception staff, I wait for night, and when he’s asleep, I unlock the door and wake him with my knife pressed to his throat.
He awakens quickly then, opening his mouth to scream. “I wouldn’t do that,” I warn, my voice quiet and deadly. I know he sees my silhouette over him and feels my sharp blade against his throat as he swallows.
I don’t know what he’s done, and I don’t care. This has nothing to do with my personal mission. It’s just another day at the office, but that doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy it. I need the escape killing provides to forget about Zoey, so I block him out as he begs for his life, wondering what she would think of me if she could see me now.
Annoyed that all thoughts come back to her, I slit his throat, giving him a quick death instead of the prolonged one I had planned, and watch the blood spurt on the pillowcases as he dies slowly, choking on his own blood. Even as he gasps his last breath, I still feel nothing. Cleaning my blade and any vestiges of my presence from the room, I leave the hotel, intending to race back to my house to blow off some steam. I thought the job would help keep my mind occupied, but it didn’t. I can’t forget her. She’s firmly invading my brain, intent on becoming a permanent fixture inside it, and it’s pissing me off.
Just as my feet touch the sidewalk, I freeze. Standing smugly just around the corner and leaning casually back against my car, is the reason for my madness. My obsession grins at me, her eyes wicked as she looks me over. She licks her lips, and I remember her on her knees and the feel of her wet, hot mouth greedily gripping my length as she sucked it.
“What are you doing here?” I snap before I prowl up to her, not stopping until we are nearly pressed together. Her head tilts back, and she appears totally unafraid despite what she knows I can do. That lack of fear is addictive in itself. Regardless of my plans, one thing is certain—I never want those stormy eyes of hers to fill with terror like everyone else’s does.
Yet I know they will.
It’s unavoidable.
“I stalkedyou.” She grins. “Turnabout is fair play, don’t you think? Though I have to say I’m disappointed you didn’t notice sooner. Slipping, are we?” she purrs, sliding her hand up my chest as she speaks. I step back to avoid her touch, burning where she did. I’m itching to grab her and bend her over the car so I can fuck some sense into her, since it’s becoming fucking apparent nothing else will.
Instead, I curl my hands into fists, anger filling me at the fact that I didn’t notice she was tailing me like she was so quick to point out. That’s never happened before. No one has ever gotten the drop on me, not since the group home. I learned real fast that to survive in that house, I needed to watch my own back, yet this little girl did, and she clearly loves rubbing it in.
My eyes narrow as I glare at her and walk around the car, trying to escape her. “Go home.”
“Nope.” She pops the P like a brat as she leans into my car, grinning at me. “Not until I get what I came for.”
My cock instantly hardens. “And what could a little girl like you want?” I challenge.
Her gaze falls to the bulge in my pants, making my whole body stiffen. She licks her lips, her heated stare telling me she can still taste me on them. Her gaze is slow to move away from my aching cock and back to my eyes.
“I can think of a couple of things,” she taunts, “but I’m here on business. I want in.”
I scoff as I lean my arms on the car and glare at her. Doesn’t she know that even now she isn’t safe with me? I could hop over this car and be on her before she could even move. She doesn’t really know how much danger she is in right now.
“No,” is my reply to her outrageous offer.
“I can help,” she protests.
“No, you can’t.”
“Yes, I can,” she fires back.
“No. Now get in before I lose my patience,” I order.
Thankfully, she climbs into my car willingly, and I snarl as I reach over and buckle her up, ignoring the heat of her breasts pressing against my arm as she leans into me. Gunning it, I drive as fast as I can back to her dorm and idle outside, gripping the wheel hard and not even looking at her.
“Inside, now,” I snarl, my words clipped. I’m on the verge of losing it, feeling suffocated by her scent, and my cock is so hard it hurts.
She sighs, and I think she’s about to relent, but I should know better.
Zoey always gets the last word.
Leaning into me, she licks the shell of my ear, making me jerk as she giggles. The sound is too bright to be in my presence. “Have fun thinking about my mouth while you jerk off tonight. I know I’ll be thinking about your cock while I fuck myself.” With that, she slides from the car, and just like she wanted, I watch her go.
Her ass sways enticingly, and I barely resist following her inside.
Barely.
Hanging by a thread, I speed away as fast as I can before I forget everything else and make her mine in every way possible. She doesn’t know what she’s asking, because once I have her, there’s no going back. Every single inch of her is mine. There won’t be a place left untouched, and she will be nothing but mine. Her every action will be controlled, and her life will be restricted because I’m a bastard who needs all her attention.
