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She probably thinks I have multiple personalities with that show I put on in the elevator. I grunt, my fist tightening around my phone. It doesn’t matter what she thinks of me. I’m no one. Nothing. Invisible, as I should be. Except…I don’t want to be.
Shaking my head, I turn my attention back to the screen as I watch Rayvn flick through her emails. She closes out of everything, leaving her home screen blank for a moment before opening the app store. My brows furrow in confusion.
“What are you doing, Sweetling?” I whisper. I watch with rapt attention as she clicks on the search bar and types in one word that has my heart pounding.
Dating.
Dating? She’s installing a dating app? My eyes flick in the direction of the deck where she’s still lounging. Shit. Charlie must have been worse than I thought if she’s immediately searching for someone else right after leaving his bed. Yeah, he definitely didn’t get her off. A grin creeps up my face as I picture him passed out in his bed and her aching with need.
I’d never leave her wanting. “Fuck,” I murmur. “Knock that shit off.” Shaking my head, I look down and watch in real-time as Rayvn fills out the application form for a popular dating app.
Welcome to Rumble, the dating site that helps you find true love in your zip code.
I scoff. So fucking stupid. These apps don’t work for shit. How is anyone meant to find their ‘soulmate’ this way? Not that I believe in that antiquated and idealistic crap anyways, but an app? Seriously? You choose a radius, like Rayvn is right now, pick a few characteristics, and suddenly, the love of your life winds up in your DMs? Right.
I watch as she fills out the first two pages, and then the screen stalls. My eyes glance up at her again, and though I can barely see her now, I can tell her face is looking away from the phone. I watch her as she stares off into nothing for countless minutes. What is she doing? Finally, she looks back down, and I watch as the words, and eventually, the app, disappear.
Welcome to Rumble, the dating site to help….
Welcome to Rumble, the dating…
Welcome to Rumble….
Welcome….
She exits the app and then deletes it altogether. I’m surprised at the amount of relief I feel with that one small action. It’s ridiculous, I know. I shouldn’t have an opinion one way or the other. She can do whatever the fuck she wants. If Rayvn wants to find a shitty imitation of her Prince Charming, who am I to care? I don’t.
I don’t.
But then, she’s back in the app store, and this time her search makes my heart pound.
Alternative Dating
A long list of kink, fetish, swinger, threesome and poly dating apps pop up, along with a few random hookup sites. What the fuck? What kinds of shit are you into, Miss Porter? My palms begin to sweat as I watch her click on an app for Kink and BDSM matchmaking.
My throat aches with how dry my mouth has become. This is an unexpected turn of events. At every step, Rayvn keeps finding new ways to surprise me.
Welcome to Kinksters, the app that connects you to like-minded people seeking sexual encounters that meet your needs.
Please choose a screen name: RavynJay10
I roll my eyes. What a basic name. And one that will most definitely not hide her identity from all the creeps that are no doubt on the site. As if she heard me, Rayvn deletes her first choice.
Please choose a screen name: Ravyn…
Please choose a screen name: FoxBabe20
Fox? She is a fox. A tiny little fox who ran so prettily from the big bad wolf. Fuck, she did, too. As soon as she figured out she wasn’t alone, she bolted. She didn’t even hesitate, and that—shit.It turned me the hell on.The way she looked over her shoulder, knowing the predator was right behind her. The way her breathing increased with every pounding footstep. It was beautiful and exhilarating. I couldn’t let her get away, and with every second that I hunted her, the beast inside me grew.
Please select your interests:
Primal Play, Fear Play, Abduction, Consensual Nonconsent, Dubious Consent, Breath Play, Helplessness, Knife Play, Bite Play, Blood Play, BDSM, Bondage, Role Play, Mask Play
Holy shit, she’s perfect. So fucking perfect.For me.I smile as nerves and excitement fill me. Maybe she won’t be afraid to play with my beast if I let him out? We’d be so good together. We’d be—
My eyes widen as I stare at the screen. Fuck. She won’t be perfect withme, she’ll be perfect with some other random fucker. I run a hand through my hair, tugging on the strands as indecision fills me. I look back up at the deck and find it empty. The immediate and overpowering need to chase her, find her, and get her back in my sights, nearly has me doubling over.
dammit.dammit.
