His jaw tightens as he pulls out his phone and types out a message.
“Why do you think that is?” I ask blindly.
“Hmm?” he comes back with as he cuts his eyes up to look at me.
“Why is she so okay with staying here?”
He shrugs, finishes typing out his message, then puts his phone away before he answers with, “She doesn’t feel safe anywhere, so why not feel unsafe here and not die.”
I scowl at his words. I don’t like it, but he might be onto something.
It’s on the tip of my tongue how to make her stay here better, but I snap my mouth closed and clench my teeth for good measure.
This isn’t a vacation. It’s not about making her fucking comfortable. I need her here, and that’s all.
I’m not here to soothe her or take care of her because her father sure as fuck doesn’t. I’m not here to make up for the shitty life she’s probably had.
I crack my neck, using all my strength to push back the rising anger.
“Astra and the curse aside, what’s going on this week?” Torrin raises a brow as he asks the question.
Yes, this is what I need. Focus on work and the possibility of taking my anger out on someone tomorrow.
We talk for another hour before I send him on his way.
Then I sit in the damn office for another hour or two, lost in thought.
I haven’t come up with a solution or a different reason as to what’s going on. In fact, I haven’t figured out anything, including the reason why my dick seems to be in a perpetual state of being half hard now. I’m tempted to leave and have someone else fix this problem. It wouldn’t be a challenge to find a fresh pussy to sink into so I can forget about Astra. But then I dismiss the thought because it would mean I’m trying to prove to myself that this isn’t about the woman who’s penetrated my fortress. The only woman to enter my sanctuary that I’ve fucked. Just the thought makes me want to kill someone.
My legs feel a little stiff when I finally stand. I kill the lights, knowing there’s not much else for me to do tonight.
I use the outside gallery to cross to the other side of the house. I pull open the doors to my bedroom, letting them swingwide and not bothering to reach and shut them. The air is chilly, but I need the coolness of the breeze on my skin.
I toe off my shoes as I step inside. My shirt goes next, landing on the floor in a crumpled heap. I head for the bed but don’t bother with it. What I want is sitting right beside the bed on the night table. I click on the light, bathing the room in a dim glow.
A sinister smile tugs at my lips as my eyes land on the ruined pile of lace sitting right under the lamp. I let my fingers run over the soft fabric before snatching the panties up. My eyes fall heavy, lids closing, as I bring them to my nose and take a hit of Astra’s sweet smell. My dick has been hard most of the day. I blame the weak moment we had. That kiss. The way she felt pressed up against me. And, fuck, being constantly reminded of how fucking hot and tight she’d been.
I’d been the one to break her in.
Fucking hell. That had never been a thing for me before, but clearly, Astra’s pussy is my temporary match. I’ve never craved another round with a woman before. But her… fucking sweet, innocent Astra has thrown my world off kilter.
I take the panties with me as I make my way back outside.
Her light is off now. I wonder if she’s asleep or wide awake and thinking about me. I sit in the shadows, my eyes glued to her doors. With the doors open behind me, the dim light spills from my room enough to barely light up my side. My cock jerks behind my zipper as I lift her panties to my nose and take another hit.
She’d been so wet for me that night. So needy too. It had hurt her, yet she begged me not to stop. She was desperate to be split open and ruined by my cock.
And I fucking hope I did. I want her ruined, even if I don’twanther. It’s fucked up, which is probably the reason I’m smiling now.
I grunt as I unzip my pants and slouch in the chair. I pull my cock out and fist it. It’s hot and throbbing in my hand.
“Oh, my sweet little doe,” I whisper as I wrap the panties around my cock and slowly slide my fist up and down.
I work myself with restraint, torturing myself for whatever reason. I know nothing is going to feel as good as her tight heat, but this is getting me damn close to the edge with little effort. The contrast of my grip and the soft panties has my mind spinning.
I grunt again, jerking myself faster. I wrap the double layer of the crotch around the head of my cock, hoping that some of her scent will rub off on my skin. Oh fuck, to wake up and smell her would drive me insane. If I don’t find a way to deal with this, I’m going to be fucking jerking off in her panties all the damn time. Hell, I’ll be sneaking into her room to steal more pairs.
“Fuck, Astra,” I growl out low.
