Fuck.
Fuuuck.
If she were with me, she would be screaming. She would be unrestrained and messy and desperate. I’d have her begging for it as I slam my cock into her pussy with relentless thrusts that make the headboard bang against the wall. My picture-perfect princess with mascara running down her cheeks. She’d be mine to use and fuck, her pussy growing wetter as my own hand wraps around that pretty little neck, eyes rolling back as the oxygen slowly leaves her body and the euphoria kicks in.
I’d trail my blade along her porcelain skin, watching as the sharp silver marred her skin and marked her mine. She would love her minute of the pain because I know all the dark desires she has, and I’m the only one who can make them come true.
Blair brings the hand squeezing her breast up to her neck and my dick spasms as I watch her do exactly what I’d just pictured. She wraps those delicate fingers around her throat, and her lips part with a soundless moan as she cuts off her own breath.
Fuck, what I’d give to replace her hand with my own.
Blair’s upper body tenses, but her legs shake as her orgasm takes over, and I let myself release at the same time. Hot cum covers my hand and lower abs, white dots marring the black ink spider tattoo. Pure fucking bliss spreads through my veins, weakening my thighs and melting my bones. Only she can make me see stars.
Blair goes slack, legs dropping into a butterfly position on the bed. The little yellow vibrator rolls away, and her arm flings off the side of the bed. She’s still except for the rise and fall of her chest.
She turns her head to the side, staring out the window. The moonlight perfectly hits her face, and she looks like my little ruined princess. She looks like she’s looking right at me and sees me for who I am. She—
Wait a fucking minute.
I think she is looking at me.
Her eyes widen. Her brows furrow.
Her body pitches forward so fast, it is like a damn poltergeist takes over it.
And I’m sitting on a fucking tree branch, mask on, limp dick in hand, watching her.
Fuck.
The tree’s leaves and branches are supposed to cover me, and they do, but it’s also the middle of fall and the foliage isn’t that great. I’d moved forward earlier to get a better look, bringing me out of the dense thicket. I’m hidden, but I’m still a large man sitting in a tree. It’s not foolproof.
I scramble to get out of the damn tree before she gets out of bed and presses her face against the window, blowing this whole thing up.
My balance is off.
And then I’m off…the tree.
This is going to hurt a fuck of a lot more than before.
It feels like I’m falling forever before I slam against the dirt for a second time tonight. It’s loud. But the immense pain coursing through my body and the whiplash stop me from crying out.
I can’t stay where I am. I’m even more exposed on the ground.
Running on pure adrenaline, I pick myself up and sprint for the hedges. My body screams at me as I feel around for the metal fence hidden behind them and then work on hauling myself up and over. I stick close to the fence as I painfully jog the length of her neighbor’s property, not stopping until I get to the back fence and clear that as well.
It’s only then that I answer the phone that’s been nonstop buzzing.
“Yes?” I hiss.
“Did you—” laughter “—did you fucking fall, again?”
“I thought I told you to mind your own business.”
“I was. But I had a motion alert set up, and it showed me a body falling from the sky like a dead fish.”
Felix is going to be a nightmare.
“I’m in the McAllister’s backyard. Can you just do your job and make sure their motion cameras are off?”
