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Fuck me. I’m in so much fucking trouble here.
CHAPTER SEVEN
HIM
The shock on my Vicious’ face is mixed with heightened sexual desire. It’s a need she attempts to hide because she feels she should be ashamed of it, but it’s far too potent to control.
She lies on the bed, her body ramrod straight, and I’m sure her mind is all over the place. Wondering and waiting, reprimanding herself for the way her body feels and hating herself because she can’t make it go away. She wants me, even if she won’t openly admit it.
I lock my knees to keep from going to her. To be this close, to breathe in her sweet apple scent, to see the luscious dips and curves of her body. The way her tongue darts out to lick across her pink lips and the undeniable desire in her eyes… it takes almost more control than I possess to keep from taking her.
I want to fuck her raw. To pound my cock so deep inside her she’ll forget what it’s like to be empty. I want her delicious cunt wrapped around me, to see her blood coating my dick andsmearing her soft thighs. I want to watch tears pool from her eyes and ride rivers down her cheeks as I force her to take every thick inch of my cock.
The only thing keeping me in place and preventing me from tearing into her body is my nightly visits she doesn’t know about. That’s how I keep my sanity. It’s how I’ve kept it for the year I’ve been coming here and how I’ll continue to keep it until I can finally unleash my beast.
There’s been only one puzzle piece left, and after the time required, I’ve confirmed that it’s in place.
My wait is finally coming to an end.
I keep quiet, and so does Savina as she lies there in her childhood bed. I stand at the end of it, our eyes locked. I can see the wheels turning in her head with all of the questions she wants to ask, but other than the ones she already has, she keeps them to herself.
Despite the fear coursing through her and the arousal tingling over her skin, after a while, she begins to relax. Her eyes lower, and her body sinks deeper into the mattress. She fights for over an hour before the force of her fatigue wins out and her eyes drift closed. I stay at the end of her bed for another hour, simply watching her sleep.
I could look at this woman for hours, days, and weeks at a time, and my eyes would never get tired.
Two hours after I ordered her into bed, I finally move from my position and walk to the side she’s closest to. She’s still on her back, her head rolled to the side with her lips slightly parted. Her breathing is light and even, her chest rising up and down.
I lay the tips of my fingers just above her ankle and slowly trace them up her leg. Her skin is soft and smooth, flawless, and I know just how good it tastes beneath my tongue.
When I reach her upper thighs, my nostrils flare when I encounter the glossy slickness of her arousal. I want to yank herknees apart and bury my face against her cunt, licking up every fucking drop of her essence.
But I don’t want her to wake. She’s not ready yet, despite her body’s reaction to me, and she’s not under the influence of my special drug.
I satisfy myself with dipping my fingers between her pressed-together legs. She’s so wet that they easily slide against her skin. I slip them between her folds and give her little clit a swipe. I do it gently and slowly.
When I remove my fingers and bring them to my face, they glisten with her juices. I flip up my mask to rest on the top of my head and slip them between my lips, groaning when her taste explodes on my tongue. She tastes like the apple body wash she bathes with, blended with her own unique flavor.
I let my fingers explore the rest of her body, lightly skimming them along her skin. When I reach her face, I lower myself until my mouth hovers above her parted lips. I lick her lips, letting my tongue slip past them until I touch her teeth.
One day soon, I won’t have to stop myself from plunging into her mouth. I’ll be able to do everything I’ve dreamed about doing to her for over a year.
Once my need to touch her has been somewhat satisfied, I grab the sheet and slip it up to her waist. The silk material won’t overheat her, but it’ll ward off any chilled air in the room.
With my cock as hard as granite, I leave my vicious angel and walk to her desk where my gift to her sits. Picking up the heart, I set it inside the box and replace the lid.
I can still hear Patrick’s scream in my ears and that shit makes my cock twitch. It felt fucking good sawing open his rib cage while he was still alive and carving out his heart. It gave me a high damn near as euphoric as touching Savina.
When I saw him near her earlier today at the coffee shop, heard the words he spewed at her, and witnessed him putting hishands on her, my vision didn’t cloud with red. My blood didn’t heat with rage. Anger didn’t infuse inside me. I didn’t break out into a sweat, and my hands didn’t itch to tear the man apart.
I fucking smiled.
There was no need for anger. I knew Patrick’s fate. It was a painful one, with his blood coating my hands and his cold, dead heart ripped from his chest.
I’m not usually impulsive. Each choice I make is well thought out and executed with precision. My plans for Savina were no different. I had a timeline and certain things needed to happen before I made myself known. Originally, I wasn’t going to reveal myself and inform her of her future until I was ready to place my full hand on the table.
But I deviated, shifted shit around, when I decided at the last minute to send her Patrick’s heart. I wanted to see her reaction. To know just how corrupt and immoral her dark little mind ran. She didn’t disappoint. I stood in the shadows of her room and watched as she picked up the heart and held it in her hands. Understandably, when she first saw it, her face filled with revulsion and alarm, but after that initial reaction, her features relaxed with emotionless curiosity.
The other reasonI sent it to her is because she needed to know just how depraved my obsession was with her. She needed to see the lengths I would go through, how fucking serious I was when I said she was mine.