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So I am not the only one who likes following the woman they want to fuck.
Because that is what Rhiucra wants. All he wants is Neveah’s pussy, but he is clearly not strong enough to just take what he wants.
I decide to show myself then and really fuck with him.
I saunter out of the shadows, and his eyes are drawn to me right away.
I lift a hand in greeting and grin, just as I pull open Neveah’s bedroom door and walk in.
She screams when she sees me, where she is sitting on her bed.
Neveah’s hair is wet, and my cock hardens at the sight of her and the sound of her scream.
I lean against the door and smile at her. I can hear my brother’s soft footsteps outside in the passageway.
He is desperate to hear what I am doing with her.
“I heard your conversation with Rhiucra earlier,” I say teasingly, and my grin stretches across my face more widely.
Her eyes are large, her pupils dilated, her breathing shallow.
Droplets of water glisten on her skin, and I suppress a groan as my cock strains against my trousers.
All mine. She is all mine. She’ll never get rid of me. She is all mine.
I can barely hear what she is saying over the high volume of my thoughts.
“What about it?” she snaps at me and runs a hand through her long, dark hair which is drying right now.
It hangs around her face like a veil, highlighting her pale skin and jewel-green eyes.
She’d look so pretty with my hand around her throat, begging me to stop, to let her go, to let her breathe.
“I heard you asking all about me.” I take a step towards her. She looks me up and down, and I don’t miss the way her eyes linger on the bulge in my trousers. “I see you can’t stop thinking about me. Shame, you broke poor Rhiucra’s heart asking all about me.”
“You’re a fucking stalker, and you’re crazy,” she says angrily, but her eyes are bright and her cheeks are rosy and her chest is heaving and her nipples are very, very hard.
“You know what I think?”
“No, but I’m sure you’ll enlighten me right now,” she says sarcastically.
“I think you like it when I stalk you. You like knowing that I am following you all the time. You like knowing that you’ll never be free of me as long as I am alive.”
I pull a knife from my belt and walk over to her.
She gasps when I grip her chin with one hand and trace down her throat with the tip of the knife.
“You’re crazy.” She croaks the words out, but she doesn’t struggle when I press the tip of the blade into the hollow of her throat. “You’re obsessed. You’re a psychopath.”
“But you like it, don’t you?” I croon the words. My voice is soft, almost gentle, and slightly mocking.
“I know you like it. I can tell that you like it. Your lips part, your breathing becomes labored, and your pupils dilate. Your body gives every signal that you like me controlling your every move. You like knowing that you’ll always have to run from me because I’m never letting you go.”
“I’ll always run from you.” My hand has slipped down to circle her throat. “You’re crazy, and I don’t want anything to do with you.” She chokes as she speaks.
“What a little fucking liar,” I murmur. I lift the knife and use the tip of the blade to trace the shape of her full mouth.
I know that my brother is still outside. I know he is straining his ears to listen in on us.
