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I’msure that renting the apartment across from her condo for two months was the wrong move. However, I don’t care. It was likely even more of a mistake to buy special-grade binoculars to see through the one-way-mirrored windows so that I could look straight into her place—into her bedroom.
When she sleeps, she looks even more innocent than she did in my mom’s office. I’m not sure how that’s possible, but it is. She looks like breakable porcelain.
Except, I’m not a good man, and I want to break her into a million pieces.
I want to fuck her until tears stream down her face. I want to watch her skin turn a purplish hue while I choke her. I want to watch her come undone, fall apart, and beg for me to do it again and again.
I want her to need me with every breath she takes.
And she will.
I watch her sit on her balcony, her chin resting on her knees, a cup of coffee in her hand. I wonder if she’d let me fuck her on that table for the world to see… though I won’t give her a choice.
Her choices will no longer be hers to make.
When she is mine, so is every single fucking thought in her pretty little head.
Mine.
I’ve never owned anyone before.
It’s been said since I was fifteen that a woman would be mine to have, to own, to keep, but I’ve never given much thought to it. I’m sure it’s completely fucked up that I want to try with her. Play with her. But I do.
Parker Nichols will be mine.
I will break her.
She stands, placing her coffee on the table, her nipples at attention before she turns and rushes back into the condo. My cock stands at attention at the sight of her ass bouncing as she hurries inside.
My phone rings just as I’m about to unzip my pants, and I let out a frustrated growl. Sliding my phone across the screen, I growl into the phone.
“What?”
Coleman chuckles on the other end of the line. “You okay?” he asks. He knows where I am. That I’m watching her.
“I’m good. What the fuck are you doing calling me?” I ask.
“They’ll be home in twenty minutes. They always have lunch together on Sundays.”
I snort. “Weird. They’re like us.”
Coleman doesn’t respond. Instead, he clears his throat. “You ready for this?” he asks.
“To scare the shit out of some people, to threaten, and maybe have a little fun? I was goddamn born ready.”
“Will your girl be able to be left alone long enough for you to do this?”
“You worry about yourself and your fuckinggirl, yeah?”
He lets out a chuckle. “Get your ass to my place.” He ends the call, and I check on Parker one more time before I leave.
She is taking off her skimpy pajamas, and I let out a groan at the sight of her full tits. I don’t want to leave here yet. I want to watch her a little longer. With one hand, I unbuckle and unzip my pants. Shoving them down my hips, I free myself.
Spitting on my hand, I watch as she shimmies out of her bottoms, leaving herself completely bare for my eyes. Wrapping my palm around my cock, I start to stroke it up and down while imagining that it’s her lips wrapped around me instead of my own hand.
She walks around the room in her glorious nakedness. I can’t stop watching her. My hand moves, squeezing and releasing as I jack myself to the sight of her. It shouldn’t be this sexy, watching her as she unknowingly moves around her room, but it’s hot as fuck.
I groan as I come, and she steps into the bathroom.
