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Total bullshit.
It’s a low move even for me, but I never said I took the high road.
Sasha doesn’t hear me coming, and in the dark of the night, she doesn’t see me either. Excitement courses through me like a shot of adrenaline.
Epinephrine straight into my heart.
I reach out and grab her arm. A gasp slips from her lips. The sound is an aphrodisiac to my sick, twisted soul.
I pull her back until my arms are bracketed around her. A cage that she won’t be able to break away from.
The rise and fall of her chest spurs me on. Leaning closer to her, I place my head in the crook of her neck so my lips are right by her ear and whisper, “There’s nowhere you could go that I wouldn’t find you.”
And it’s true.
My obsession with this woman hasn’t diminished since the first time I saw her. On the contrary, it’s grown. Every day she’s in my presence, it morphs into something more. It makes me feel off-kilter.
I don’t do attachment.
Yet for her, I’d change my ways.
Why am I so enraptured by her?
“Let me go,” she breathes out, and my cock hardens against her ass.
I move my head closer until my nose brushes against her skin. “Things are going to change, firefly.”
She quivers beneath my touch.
From fear?
No. She’s turned on.
I spin her around, pulling her toward me until we’re chest to chest. I like the way she feels against me. The way her body trembles at my touch.
I wonder how she’ll feel beneath me as I thrust inside her.
It’s inevitable. She doesn’t know it now, butweare inevitable.
Before she can argue or object, I throw her over my shoulder. She must be resigned to her fate because she doesn’t kick and scream, and like the sadist I am, I miss the fire.
I make my way up the path and back into the house. I take the back stairs so nobody will interrupt us. This place is crawling with people, who typically remain unseen, but tonight, I’m taking no chances.
We pass her door, and that’s when she comes alive.
“Where are you taking me?” Her voice shakes with what I can only assume from the pitch is a combination of fear and rage.
“You can’t be trusted.”
Her hand connects with my back. “What does that mean?” she shouts, but I don’t answer. I continue to carry her down the long, dark hallway while she thrashes in my hold.
I’m tempted to smack her ass, but I won’t. I’d never touch her like that without permission, but at this moment, I’m hoping she begs me to one day.
Oh, the things I’d do to this woman.Forthis woman.
When we reach the large mahogany door that leads to my bedroom, I kick it open and storm inside.
“W-why am I here?” Her hands hit my back, and she yells out, “Put me down!”
