“I’m not a good girl,” she mutters, licking her lips, her eyes fixed on mine.
A shine flashes in the amber of her eyes, making them look like molten gold when she lifts her gaze to meet mine. “I will go to my room if you kiss me.”
I’m not born with the strength to refuse this woman, nor have I managed to gain it. Even if she asked me to take my heart out and place it in her palm, I wouldn’t be able to say no. Yet, I promised myself I wouldn’t kiss her again, and I intend to keep that promise, despite the relentless protest of my own will.
I step back, leaving her face, putting distance between us. “Sleep here.”
She narrows her eyes, determination blazing in them, the resolve to shatter my restraint shining brighter than the sun in her molten orbs.
I place my phone on the side table and step into the closet. With the hardness I’m carrying, I should head to the bathroom, but I’ve learned to control myself, to resist giving in.
I remove the towel, place it on the rack, and get into my underwear, then a t-shirt and sweatpants.
I walk back into the room and see her lying on the bed with my phone, her finger scrolling the screen, lips slightly parted.
“What are you doing on my phone?” I stride quickly toward the bed.
She glances at me, rolling away when I try to grab the phone. I sit on the bed, propping myself on my elbow, andsnatch her waist. She giggles, trying to squirm free, but I pull her closer, taking the phone from her grip. The folder I keep for her photos is open.
She wrenches herself from my hold, pushes my upper body onto the bed, and straddles me, sitting right atop my still-hard dick, grinning the entire time.
“You have 8,798 images of me on your phone.” She rolls her ass against my dick and bends over me. “Were you stalking me, Zoan?” she whispers near my mouth.
Her lips graze mine, but before she can lure me into her mind-numbing seduction, I grip the back of her head with one hand and her ass with the other, placing her back on the bed, hovering above her.
After giving her plump flesh a firm squeeze, I pull my hands away from under her head and butt and pin both of her hands above her head.
“I will tie you up here if you keep messing with me,” I warn.
She grins wickedly. “I’ve read about a few things you could do to me after tying me up here.”
The dirty images she’s planting in my mind are doing their work below my waist. I lean down and bite her lips. She winces, licking them in response.
“You are nothing but a problematic little demon.”
“A problematic little demon you stalk. Tell me about it.”
I release her wrists and roll away, lying beside her and staring at the ceiling. “There’s nothing to tell. Go to sleep.”
She moves closer, resting her head on my chest, hugging me with both an arm and a leg. “There are photos to prove it. So tell me, how long have you been stalking me?”
“I started watching you when you went to Pa’s house.”
“You’ve been stalking me since I was fourteen?” Her eyes widen in shock.
“That wasn’t stalking. It was to watch your security… and to see your face.”
She nods slowly. “Nice, sophisticated way of calling yourself creepy.” She narrows her eyes. “Do you also watch me in the bathroom?”
I shake my head firmly. “I’m not a pervert, Dove.”
She raises an eyebrow. “You were watching an 14-year-old girl, and now you are saying you are not a pervert?”
“I didn’t watch you to jerk off. I watched you because it used to keep me calm, and then it became a need. I can’t even breathe when I can’t see you for long,” I confess, revealing something I had always intended to keep secret.
She moves on top of me, lying across my chest. I hold her waist to keep her there. Her weight on me feels perfect, as if she were made to stay here. Everything feelsso right, so complete, that I don’t even want to breathe too loudly for fear of disturbing it.
She cups my face in her hands. “What happens when you don’t watch me for long?”
