She’s adorable in her comfy pajamas, despite how alluring she was dressed in nothing but her underwear. The flannel set is covered in a pattern of delicate pink bows that are reminiscent of her past ballet aesthetic.
The satisfaction that warms my chest at the sight of her like this does nothing to dull my raging desire for her.
She slips under her duvet and turns off the bedside lamp. The room is cloaked in darkness until her phone illuminates her face, hooding her eyes in shadow.
I can’t see what she’s looking at, but it’s not difficult to guess the nature of her reading material when she starts shifting on her tiny mattress.
Fuck.
She must be indulging in a particularly spicy scene in her newest dark romance novel. We’ve been reading it together, even if she doesn’t know that I mirror my eBook library with hers.
My fingers twitch towards my own phone again, the temptation to read along with her almost maddening—I have anapp installed that allows me to see all of her activities in real time.
But I can’t risk her seeing the glow from her closet when the rest of the lights are off. All I can do is take shallow breaths and guess what wicked things she might be reading about.
She holds the phone in one hand, and her other dips beneath the duvet. Her soft gasp of desire lets me know the moment she brushes her clit.
“Bones…”
She moans my fake name, and I’m tormented by lust and resentment. The fact that she’s thinking of me is hot enough to make my balls ache, but I hate that she doesn’t say my real name.
I press my hand to my hard cock through my jeans, as though I can shove my insistent desire away.
Her back arches, and she sets the phone down. I can’t see her anymore, but her moans are getting louder, interspersed by soft, rapid pants.
“Bones, Bones, Bones…”
It’s a litany, a perverted prayer.
That’s right, kitten. I’m your god.
I bite my tongue to hold in the possessive words.
Pleasure gathers at the base of my spine, and heat flares in my cheeks.
No.
I can’t lose control. The first time I come with Karolina in person can’t be in my pants.
But all the pent-up lust and denial that’ve been building since the hunt rise like an encroaching tidal wave. I’ve waited for her for years—the thought of being intimate with another woman makes my skin crawl.
My murderous, possessive impulses have ensured that my Karolina has remained untouched and virginal, but so am I.
So, when she cries out her release, I’m dragged to completion against my will.
Hot cum that should be spilling inside her is wasted in my jeans, searing me with shame.
I bare my teeth like an enraged beast. Karolina will suffer for this before I give her another orgasm.
9
RAND
Four nights later, I watch through the hidden camera I set up in Karolina’s lounge and scowl as she lifts her bottle of fruity cider to her lips. I can practically taste the sweetness on my own from the kiss I can’t claim.
Her fate is already sealed: she’smine, but I haven’t answered any of the messages she’s sent since the night I hid in her closet while she pleasured herself.
I don’t want to get in touch as Bones again. That phase of our relationship is over.