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I was fucking proud of her.

I’d happily pay off the rest of her debt and ease her financial burden. It was the least I could do. After all, I didn’t have many expenses, and I longed to spoil her.

I parked in the shadows across the street, shutting off the engine on my bike and staying hidden behind a variety of tightly clustered palm trees and a prickly bush. Every house on the street looked similar, with the same stucco exterior, two-car garage, and ranch-style floor plan. A cookie-cutter life where everyone followed the rules and no one dared to be different. A harsh assessment? Maybe.

But that life wasn’t what I wanted, and I doubted it made Katrina happy. She might look like a good girl who followed therules, dressed modestly and made all the right choices, but I remembered the wild, naughty side she let loose on Halloween and the nights when we were alone. She liked to ride my motorcycle and feel the wind on her face. Katrina lit up when she had the freedom to do so, and I made it my personal mission to get her on the back of my bike again, showing her everything she was missing.

I lit a smoke and waited for her lights to flick on. The neighborhood began to wake with the sun’s emergence over the horizon in dazzling rays of marigold. Heat penetrated my cut, and the leather grew warm. Katrina was up. I could sense her movements, but my crow was quick to alert me.

Caws filled the air as he hopped along her roof, flapping his dark wings before he settled on a large frond of the nearest palm tree. His excitement and restless energy zipped through me, causing my fingers to drum on my thigh. We both wanted a glimpse of our girl.

Was it a bit odd that I stood in the fading shadows and watched her place, knowing any moment a neighbor might notice? Sure. Did I care? Fuck no.

Katrina opened her living room blinds, and I cracked a smile as I saw her rushing around the house, flitting about the kitchen for her morning coffee, gathering her things for work, and hopping around on one foot as she slid her foot inside her shoe. Adorable.

I smoked three cigarettes before she finally emerged. The garage door opened, and she backed out of her driveway, pulling onto the street in a hurry. She must be running late. I checked my phone, and sure enough, it was seven minutes before her start time. She was cutting it close.

I tsked as I watched her garage door lower, and I rushed across the street, darting inside as I ducked and entered a few seconds before it shut. If anyone saw me, I wouldn’tbe recognized. After all, I’d chosen a perfect costume for the occasion.

Before I left my room at the Roost, I opened one of my costume chests and pulled out a desert ghillie suit. It became useful more often than I could count. I wore it over my cut and a black A-shirt, covering any identifying markers that could implicate the club. I kept it contained in my saddlebags until dawn, but after the sun began to ascend, I pulled on the cloth and settled the garment over me, ensuring I was camouflaged and blended in with the surrounding foliage.

But now that I entered Katrina’s home, I shucked the hot and heavy costume and set it aside, draping the material over her supple couch. Her décor was so fucking pure. Whites, light grays, and tans. Pops of color with all her plants. Everything had its place. Perfectly organized. Straight lines. Pure.

Fuck, I wanted to move things around and break those sharp angles. I felt the sudden urge to splatter the ground with blood or cum or sweat just to defile it a little. I needed to leave my mark on her property, but more than that, I craved to do the same on her lithe, petite body.

Christ. I’d fucking lose it when I had the chance to finally fuck her. It couldn’t happen fast enough.

Walking through her house with a stiff dick spurred on my lust, but I held myself in check. Today wasn’t about getting off, although I would do it later with her name on my lips. Right now, I wanted to get to know Katrina. My fingers itched to touch every surface of her bed and dresser, to dig into her private belongings and see what I could find.

I walked into her room, taking note of the simple furnishings and additional plants as I opened her drawers. Everything was folded. Even her socks were paired.

My girl needed an intervention. She had way too much time on her hands. I would exhaust her on those pristine sheets andleave them stained with our combined fluids. I wanted her to fall asleep with my scent on her body and my cum drying between her thighs.

I picked up a pair of silky white panties, inhaling the clean scent of her detergent. She didn’t use a floral scent. This was more like clean, fresh linen and rain.

Rain. Funny how it circled back to that. Tome.

I wondered if she remembered my name or how she always said my eyes reflected the moniker. She used to stare deeply into them as she held my hand, telling me that she could always tell my mood because of the storm raging within.

I pocketed her underwear, deciding to hold onto them for future use. The drawer closed as I pushed it silently in, spinning around to head into her bathroom. And that was when I was assaulted by her favorite scents and a hint of her musk. Linen, summer rain, clean, fresh sheets, a bit of citrus, and a little aloe. Fucking intoxicating.

The glass doors on her shower were so fucking clean I almost smacked into the glass before I slid it open and stood on the tile. Would my boots leave any residue behind? Enough for her to notice? I hoped so.

Katrina kept plants on her fucking shower windowsill. Wasn’t she adorable? Who did that? My girl was so goddamn sweet she almost gave me a toothache.

I checked the bottles of her shampoo and conditioner, then her lotion, deodorant, and body spray—no deviation in scent.

My girl was a slave to her routine and schedule. Frowning, I knew I needed to stage an intervention. I’d mess it all up, and when she complained of the stressful chaos, I’d be sure to show her how much better life could be if she let it all go.

Things didn’t improve when I searched her kitchen, finding cabinets and a fridge with all healthy foods. Tons of salad, fruits, vegetables, and fucking tofu. Get the fuck out with that shit. Andthere wasn’t much like she didn’t have much money for extras. I didn’t doubt it. A single-income household, living alone with no help.

She needed carbs. It wasn’t healthy to avoid the good stuff. Denial only worked when there was a reward or incentive involved. I could provide plenty of that. All the orgasms she wanted, free of charge. Goddamn, I couldn’t wait to prop her ass on the counter, spread her legs, and feast on her pussy.

Yeah, being here in Katrina’s house was fucking turning me on, but it also proved how desperately she needed me in her life. I spent a few minutes familiarizing myself with how she arranged and organized her home, and then I left out the back door, stepping onto her patio.

Pulling out my cell, I dialed Eagle Eye.

“How did it go?” he asked, answering after only one ring.