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I want to hear her moans.
Watch her fall apart.
Feel her walls clench and milk my cock.
“What is it about you, Miss Rubens?” I ask myself before turning the page, but then pause and close my eyes while gripping my hard dick lazily with my unoccupied hand. I don’t wank, just close my fist tight as I replay the way she danced while the people with her egged her on. Coquettish with the right hint of mischief that I find utterly sexy.
The mobile vibrates in my hand and my eyes snap open, Casper’s name flashing across the top. We’re meeting in a few hours, and I think I know what he’ll ask of me. I know the chess-like moves he’s starting to make within the organization. I can almost understand him, too, but is it enough?
Refocusing on the picture at the top, I’m starting to think his reasoning is indeed enough. It’s one of Aliana with two other women at a beach, dressed in nothing but a pair of extremely distressed cutoffs and a bikini top, smiling at the camera. Her skin is sun-kissed, no makeup on her sweet face, and hair wavy from the salt water.
“Motherfuck,” I hiss out from clenched teeth, stroking down once and then twisting my wrist—tightening my hold further on the upward motion, and pausing. One. Two. Three. Then again, each piece of her I take in is a pump of my hand—my balls tighten, and I throb. Hurt.
Then stop.
I let myself twitch, a bead of pre-come rolling from the tip and onto my fingers as I bite my bottom lip.
There’s an innocence to her that I find attractive, but it’s the heat hidden underneath that draws me in. Even here, in a picture showing a relaxing outing with her mates, I see that more.
It’s there. It calls to my own darkness.
My eyes take in the supple hips, how the button at her waistband is undone and exposing a hint of light green that matches the color of her swim top. The two minuscule triangles hold in enough to be decent, but not enough to calm the sudden lick of jealousy that snaps through me.
Each swell spills out at the sides and center; she’s a lot more than a handful. Another harsh jerk forces my hips to pump. I fuck my hand as I make out the two beaded tips through the thin fabric, vowing to find out who was with her that day and kill any man who was present.
Kray was astute enough to send his female cousin out on this outing; they sent me separate emails pertaining to what they found. She took these photos—sent one where she’s faking a selfie and Aliana can be seen in the background—while he pulled the background information.
Because for her I find myself being a possessive arsehole. It’s sexist, and I have no shame.
No excuse. Not embarrassed over the fact either.
I want to be the only one that sees her like this. To enjoy her beauty.
My eyes roam lower, and I groan as a tiny jewel catches the sun’s rays right at her belly button. It’s small, highlighting her flat, toned stomach and the skin I want to mark. My teeth ache with an overwhelming desire to bite her.
She’s bloody perfect. My cock swells in my hold and I jerk my wrist, taking myself to the edge before slowing down. There’s something at her hip, showing just above the waist of those blasted shorts that causes every muscle in my body to tense. There’s more to it, but the angle she stands at blocks my view and this both angers and excites.
“Christ.” I know she’s marked—the dark contrast highlighting the edge of a tattoo—and the lightest touch to my engorged head, feather-light across the slit, is enough to pull the come from my balls. Two long ropes shoot from the tip, coating my abdomen while the rest dribbles down my fingers and palm.
If this is how I react to a picture, I’m fucked.
Truly. Utterly. Fucked.
“This is how obsession starts,” I mutter to myself, releasing myself and then tracing a come-soaked finger across the picture where her lips are. “We’ll be meeting soon, Miss Rubens. Really soon.”
Another twitch, and I close my eyes with a grin.
What she brings out of me makes no sense. My reactions aren’t me, and yet I need more. To be closer. To feel those curious eyes on mine.
Maybe then the desire will wane, and I’ll fuck her out of my system. One and done.
Lies.
Letting out a slow breath, I wipe my hand on the blanket near me and focus on the electronic file next, turning to the page with her personal information. Line by line, I memorize each stat for later use as any good stalker would.
Age: 21
Height: 5ft 3in
