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CHAPTER 4

S inner

Sin.

The sheer indulgence of it was often all I needed. There’d never been any emotion to it, just stark, cold hunger that required feeding more often than most. While I’d enjoyed the dozens of methods I’d used to quench my intense cravings, none had provided more than a night’s worth of satisfaction.

Maybe that’s why I stood outside a small house in the middle of the night, peering across the street at a blind-covered window. I’d felt her needs through the games for weeks, her sadistic tendencies calling to me. I’d enjoyed her style, the way she initiated violence within the virtual world to gain points and ultimately to beat almost every opponent.

Except for me.

I’d waited until the time was right, until I’d been certain she could tolerate the kind of man I’d been forged into.

She’d acted shocked at first, uncertain why I’d killed the man in her presence. I’d done so for her, to protect her against the evil bastard who would have stripped away her dignity, defiling her in the most disgusting ways before ending her life in torture and sorrow.

The fucker had deserved to die. If we’d been in a more secure location, I would have invited her into the kill, introducing her to my methods. And she’d have enjoyed every moment of learning a craft from a master.

I’d watched the man casing his next victim inside the theater. I’d smelled his perverted needs from where I’d remained in the dark shadows of the room. What was the saying? It took one predator to recognize another?

At least my predatory needs weren’t fueled by the need to torture young women. I’d known he’d found his next victim.

My Desdemona.

Had he understood she belonged to me already? Evidently not or the bastard was simply a stupid, arrogant fuck.

I hadn’t intended on breaking the veil of silence on this night, but I’d had no choice. I’d needed to become her savior.

So I did what had to be done.

I took the life of a disgusting piece of shit to save her.

I’d rid the earth of useless scum before and I’d do it again.

But this time was even more personal than the beginning days of my foray into what some would call madness.

Yes, I’d tasted her fear, but I’d gathered a whiff of her desire the moment I killed for her.

I’d felt joyous from hearing the pitter-patter of her heart, savoring the sight of the vein pulsing in her neck. I’d almost become drunk on her perfume and the need for a single taste had become overwhelming.

Stepping outside the boundaries I’d established had been as much of a surprise to me as it had been to her. If only I’d been able to share with her the moment of disposing of his body. I could still envision what her expression would have been.

Shock and awe.

Reverence.

I took a deep breath of the night air to cleanse my lungs. She’d had a fitful dream, her lithe body thrashing under the covers. She’d murmured in her sleep as well, her lush lips pursing and twisting. Had she been reliving the moment I’d ripped away the chains, exposing her to the truth behind the virtual reality?

Had she been hungering for me as I’d been for her, surrendering not only her body, but her soul to me as well?

I chuckled as I thought about our next meeting.

I’d make her wait for the right time, the right moment before giving her permission to expose another part of the dark needs embroiled in her system. I’d teach her how to use the powerful hold she had on reality to her benefit. I’d create such intense hunger within her that she’d soon beg me to touch her.

To taste her.

To fuck her.

And fuck her I would, covering her voluptuous body with my cum.

Yet I required her to want it more than anything else in her life. And she would work for it, fighting with everything she had to reach the pinnacle of sheer ecstasy.

Only then would she truly become mine.

She was resting now. It was time to allow memories of the night to fade into a safe place.

A place where monsters only existed in the movies.

Just like the one she’d seen tonight.

She believed she’d hidden her true feelings from me, but both her body and her reaction to the kiss had exposed her true feelings.

Complete and utter desire.

My cock twitched, slicing against my jeans in a painful way. I’d need relief soon, but I’d wait for her, and the first night I took her would be a glorious moment of true fulfillment.

I spent another full minute studying her house. While I knew more about her than she realized, very soon I would learn more.

While the longing remained, furrowing deep inside to the point of agony, I turned away, heading for my Harley.

Perhaps a nice long ride would do me some good.

With images of her lush body planted firmly in my mind, I jerked on my helmet and climbed over my bike. The engine roared to life and I envisioned fucking her over the steel beast after we’d experienced an adventure together.

That would be an excellent day.

I was a sick man, but tonight, my life had taken a turn for the better.

All because of my sweet Desdemona.