Page 51 of Always Watching
“You look fantastic.” I stalk toward him without hesitation, and Ranen gives me a sweet smile.
“You look like you want to eat me.”
My eyes sweep along the length of his body, and I arch one brow.
“That sounds like a good idea to me.”
He smiles again, but I can see nerves flutter across his face. I know it’s not because we’re going to have sex, but because we’re doing it with intention—with purpose. We’re doing it to make someone else so angry that they fuck up… and a part of me hates it. A part of me wants to throw the camera out the window and fuck Ranen because Iwantto. Because I want to show him he’s mine and that nothing is ever going to hurt him, nothing could ever take him away from me.
Since I can’t do that and follow through with his plan, the second best thing I can do is fuck him so good and so hard that he forgets we’re playing a game at all. I want him so out of his head that he doesn’t remember the camera is there.
I want to be the only thing he’s thinking about.
And if that just so happens to show his fucking stalker, once and for all, that the only way he’s ever going to get to Ranen is if he’s brave enough to try to come through me, that’s perfect.
I’ll tear him apart and make Ranen a bouquet out of his organs.
No one could accuse me of not being romantic.
He runs his fingers through his damp hair and drags his palms down his face, wiping the worried expression from his features before he steps into me. When his arms go around my waist, I can’t stop myself from leaning down and pressing my nose to his hair to smell the sweet scent of his shampoo clinging to his skin.
Except he doesn’t smell likehisshampoo. He smells like mine—my shampoo, my body wash—everything I brought with me. It makes the heat streaking through my body even more intense, and I know he’s done it on purpose when he looks up at me and the flush on his cheeks creeps all the way to his hairline.
“Are you ready?” Ranen’s voice is barely above a whisper, and I cup his face in my hands and bring my lips down to his without thinking. His mouth tastes like toothpaste, but I can still catch the flavor of him beneath it… breathe it in when he sighs against my lips and presses his body to mine. It floods my senses and leaves me pulling him closer, so I can slide my hands along his thighs and work his robe up to play my fingers teasingly against the crack of his ass.
“Are you?” I mirror his question back at him and nip his jawline. My lips trail up to his ear, and I press a soft kiss just beneath it before I whisper. “I’m going to eat you alive, baby. No one will be able to question who you belong to by the time I’m done.”
I feel the shudder that pulses through his body, and his fingers tighten to the point of pain where he clings to me.
“Please?” he whispers.
“Go get everything set up.”
He looks up at me like he wants to say something else, but after a second he nods and slips out of my arms to head to his cam room. I watch him go and blow out a low breath—it’samazing, how difficult it is to keep myself from following him and lifting him up, fucking him against the wall where no one can see us.
I could take him to Dad’s and leave him there, safe and sound, while I hunt down the asshole who’s making him feel unsafe.
I could make sure he doesn’t have to deal with it at all… but…
This was Ranen’s idea. This is what he wants. And if he wants to take his power back, if he wants to finally feel like he’s really in control after he was attacked, I’m not going to take it away from him.
I’m just going to make sure that I’m there every step of the way to keep him safe.
I showered before Ranen, so I don’t need to do that, but I do step into his bedroom so I can get dressed. In theory, I just have to put on my mask. In practice, I want to do everything I can to show from the start that there’s nothing about our relationship that’s just for show, nothing about what we’re doing for the camera that’s just for money.
So instead of pulling on the mask, I strip. It’s not like I need clothes for what I’m doing anyway, and honestly, when I put onjustthe mask, there’s something enticing about it—my bare body covered in tattoos, on display from the get go, and my cock already hard.
People will know that IwantRanen. That I want him just from looking at him. That I get to have him.
That I get to claim him.
I want to leave evidence of it all over his skin—bite marks and bruises, little blossoms of red everywhere I touch too hard.
Everywhere that he’s mine.
I close the bedroom door behind me, and I can hear him talking to the people on his stream, getting them excited for the show. His voice is a sweet sound that carries through the apartment, and I follow it like a siren’s call.
“Since you enjoyed having him here so much before, I brought back our special guest from last… session.” Ranen’s voice trails off when I lean against the door, and I groan at the sight of the flush creeping up from his chest to cover his cheeks. His eyes go wide as I stalk around the room, positioning myself just behind the camera so everyone can see his exact expression.
