Page 13 of Chasing My Bliss (Behind The Lens #6)

I follow her. Like I always do.

It’s an addiction, but one I don’t want treatment for. She’s mine. I don’t care if she doesn’t know it yet. It’s just a formality.

But when I see the two of them together, I see red.

It’s taking everything in me not to run over to them and pull them apart. To let the bitch know that Bliss is mine. Now and forever.

I’ve been lenient. But I can only sit back for so long and watch someone touch what’s mine.

Bliss’s pussy, her tits, her kisses are mine. Each and every moan and gasp are only for me to take.

One day soon, very soon, Bliss is going to know that. She’s mine. All the cards are falling into place and she will be with me permanently.