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I sigh and roll over. My laptop is open beside me, playing the Lo-Fi tunes I fall asleep to every day.
Closing my eyes again, I try to force my mind to blank.
This time, I don’t see the text. I seehim.Samuel, my very hot and possibly criminal neighbor. He’s standing beside me in the elevator, pressing against me with his shoulder like he did earlier. Only this time, he completes the shove by stepping in front of me, caging me against the wall with both arms.
My breathing increases, and I let one hand trail over my breast before lowering it between my legs.
Samuel, chiseled jaw locked as he presses his sharp nose against mine. Samuel’s gloved hands caressing my cheeks, cupping my neck, trailing over my hard nipples.
I moan, open my eyes, and fling my bedside table’s drawer open. I grip my vibrator tightly and close my eyes, imagining all the different things that dream Samuel will do to me.
5
Samuel
I’msittinginsidethebathtub, fully clothed and far from the sunlit living area, when the first of her moans seep through the wall.
My cock hardens as soon as I hear the throaty sound, lengthening my member beneath the tight denim of my designer jeans. I squeeze it, trying to force the reaction away with sheer strength, but it does nothing to stop my desires.
I growl, low and deep in my chest.What fucking desires?Jane ishuman. Food. If I were to take these lustful thoughts next door, my pleasure would end in her death. There’s no doubt in my mind.
Maybe if I weren’t so deprived, soentrancedby the warmth of the crimson liquid pumping through her veins, it’d be different. But as of now, I lack control.
The human, Jane, would break me, and then I’d break her.
I ignore her sweetly low hums of satisfaction for a long time, until at the height of her crescendo of pleas, she whispersmy name.
“Samuel,” she begs.
Samuel.
How many other Samuel’s must she know? Five? Ten? Surely she means one of them, and not me, the monster who’s peeping on her through a solid wall.
My head thuds against the tile as I lean backward, closing my eyes. My cock is dangerously ignited now, spurred on by her acknowledgement ofme.
Samuel.
Groaning, I turn the water spigot with my foot, allowing the showerhead to rain down on me fully clothed. The noise drowns out whatever else the girl next door whispers, and for that, I’m grateful.
One more week in this city, and I’m gone.
The furniture arrives sometime mid-day. I left the door unlocked, so when the delivery company calls my cell, I instruct them to enter and unload everything.
Before the sun fully rose, I left a handwritten note on the island counter, asking them topleaseinstall the curtains before leaving. Inside the envelope was a hefty tip, ensuring their cooperation.
Luckily, none of them try to enter the bathroom. I locked the door, just in case.
When they leave, I get my first taste of unabridged freedom.
Darkness.
Matthew bought the highest quality blackout curtains, preventing even a sliver of light from entering my living quarters. I step into the open room, inhaling the scent of freshly manufactured fabrics and cedar wood.
As always, my brothers have spoiled me.
In the center of my room, there is a medium-sized coffee table with a shiny wood surface. Against the wall opposite it stands a futon, its cushion still covered with protective plastic wrap. On top of the table is a single shopping bag, its contents overflowing.
Red wine and a set of crystal glasses.
