Page 9 of Promise of Destruction (Destruction & Vengeance Duet #1)

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Declan

I wait across the street, watching the fat fuck try and preen for her. They never even glance my way, which tells me they’re both terribly unaware of their surroundings. Soren I can forgive for being unaware of the evils that lurk around every corner—everything about her screams innocence .

At least, everything except the way she coaxed her own orgasm out of her like a fucking porn star.

But Tony should really know better than to walk obliviously around.

I don’t think he was even born innocent, and his hands have been covered in blood from a young age.

Either my little plaything is a terrible judge of character, or she knows what Tony is really involved in and chooses to turn a blind eye.

If she’s into turning a blind eye, I could have it arranged.

As much as I want to fuck her, I also want to tear her apart with my own hands until she begs for mercy.

I’ll figure it out one way or another, but for now I wait as they disappear behind the house, searching for me.

All they’ll find is a trace, and I know Tony isn’t going to get the cops involved.

He’s too deeply involved in his own dark holdings; letting her get the police involved would only complicate things for himself.

If they’re close enough that she calls him when she’s scared because she’s been violated in her own home, they’re close enough for him to convince her against reporting it.

And even if they did report it, they won’t find a match.

I’m not stupid enough to leave samples of my DNA anywhere for them, not reckless enough to have committed any crimes worthy of having it taken, so they’ll have no basis for comparison.

Not to mention, even if they were foolish enough to try to involve the police, I can handle that with a single, well-placed phone call.

My company owns the software the local police department use, and I own the town.

Soren doesn’t know it yet, but she put herself on my radar, and now I’m coming for her with everything I’ve got.

The look on her face when they come back to the front of the house is almost as good as the way she looked at me through her bathroom window.

She may be even more terrified now that she knows it wasn’t just an innocent peek into her life—I fucked my hand like it was her mouth and left a mark on the stucco to prove it.

She almost looks like she’s on the verge of tears when she steps into the path of the moonlight, and something about it sends a primal need through me.

I just had my release, but she’s in my head again.

The delicate curves of her body as she relaxed into the tub haunt my memory, so beautifully open, so ripe for the taking.

Every part of me aches, a tension that I can’t rub out on my own, as I think of my missed opportunity.

I should have busted the door open and held her down to get a taste of her sweet cunt, taking every drop for myself before fucking her into ruin.

I don’t know how it happened, but she didn’t just get in my head .

She’s under my skin, flowing through my veins like a delicious drug.

The look of pleasure as she drove herself to orgasm mingling for a moment with the look of horror on her face when she spotted me, is a memory I can live a lifetime on, and it’s only just happened.

If she can do this to me with just one look, what can she do with her body? What can she do to me with her screams and cries? Will destroying her be as satisfying as haunting her?

Soren Palmer is my newest toy, an obsession. And all good toys must be played with extensively before they ultimately get tossed aside in the trash or shuffled off to someone else. The real good ones last a while before I tire of them, and as delicate as she is, I’m not sure she’s up for the task.

Which means before I get to play with her body, I’ll have to toy with her mind.