“I don’t know? Maybe reply to it?” I offer, to which he responds with a disgruntled, “No. Nope. Not happening. I told you, I am not seeing anyone right now.”
“Okay, fine. You asked, I gave you an answer. Don’t say anything, then. I’m sure she’ll just go away.” I hold back the chuckle begging to escape from my throat because I’m almost certain Lydia is not going to just go away.
“I’m glad you find this so hilarious. Thanks for nothing.” The line goes silent, and I know he hung up on me. This is too good. I honestly hope that Lydia keeps bugging him with weird, cryptic texts. I pull out my phone to shoot a text to Sloane.
Riven:Nice work on finding Cal’s number. You will have to pay for his little outburst over that text, though. I hope you aren’t still sore from the other night, darling.
MLN: Aw, did the big broody man-child not like his message? He’ll get over it. And as for me, I don’t think I’m sore enough, actually.
Riven:Take off your clothes and get on your bed. I’m coming.
MLN:Make me, professor.
Oh, I intend to, little nightmare. I pocket my cell and jump in the shower to quickly wash off and change. I can’t hop in my car and get to her fast enough. She’s like coming up for air at the last second after knowing for sure that you’d drown. I can’t get enough of her. From the moment my eyes met hers at that concert, I knew that she’d be mine. I resisted it as much as I could; I even tried to scare her off. None of it worked, and it would never have worked. I was drawn to her in that moment when time stood absolutely motionless. Nothing existed in any plane except for her and me. Our souls found one another, reaching out and grabbing hold. Even if we didn’t realize it then, it kept pulling us back to one another until we collided. I feel like I’ve only scratched the surface of her dark desires, and I want more. Ineedmore. I am desperate to know all of her. I need to see all the parts of herself that she deems unworthy of love, and make sure that she knows how much I fuckingdo. I dolovethem.
I loveher.
I know it in the deepest depths of my dark fucking soul, and maybe I’ve known it for a while now. Not only did she catch me off guard with the way she held my attention in a choke hold, but I haven’t wanted to kill anyone since my eyes found hers. She quiets the demons, lulling them to a deep slumber. And then she woke them, nurtured them, and transformed them into doting house pets. The urge to kill is gone, replaced only by her. My little nightmare, chasing down my darkness to make room for her own.
The drive to her place was silent, apart from my constant stream of thoughts. I practically trip out of my car and sprint toher door, walking right in. I instantly disable her alarm system, not seeing her anywhere downstairs. I run up her steps and into her bedroom to find her perched in her reading chair in the left corner next to her bookshelf. The title of the book readsLights Out, and it sports a fuckingmaskon the cover. How typical, and also how ironic.
I lean over, placing my hands on my knees to suck in a breath. She grins, but continues staring into the open pages of her masked man porn.
“Winded, professor?” She smirks, eyes never leaving the page in front of her.
I stand up and lean back against the door frame, turning to face her. “Me? No, of course not. I’m just wondering why you aren’t where I asked you to be. Does that book have all of your attention? Should I just leave?” I tease, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning back against the door frame. She sets the open book down across her chest and finally gives me those eyes. I avert my eyes to trail them down her frame. She’s wearing a workout top and shorts, her hair falling in loose waves down her back.
“It’s very interesting, if you must know. I couldn’t tear my attention away from it. I must have lost track of the time.” She’s grinning like she knows exactly what she’s playing at.
“Josh, the main male character,reallyis such a—” I stalk toward her, not allowing her to finish that little sentence of hers.
“I don’t want to hear another fucking man’s name in your mouth ever again, darling. But do tell me, what is it thatJoshdoes that I can’t do better?” I grab the book and toss it to the side, pulling her against my chest. Her eyes widen, and her rosy cheeks give her true intentions away.
“I … he … nothing,” she says, breathless.
I chuckle. “That’s right, darling.Nothing. Now, get on the bed and take off your clothes before I do it for you.” I grind myteeth, barely holding my restraint. All I want to do is rip the clothes from her body and make her pay for that attitude.
She swallows, side-stepping to walk to the bed and climb onto it. She makes a show of it,crawlingto the middle and then rolling over to lean back against her elbows. She lets her legs fall to either side, but doesn’t try to remove any clothing. I flex my jaw.
“Sloane,” I warn. “Clothes.”
She smiles sweetly. “Oh, these?” She looks down at her fully intact clothing. “I think I like your idea better.”Fuck.
I move, as slowly as my body will physically allow me to, and grab her ankles. I pull her forward, and she gasps, falling back against the bed.
“What did I say about disobeying me, Sloane?”
“Hmmm, I don’t know. I must have dozed off during that lecture,” she snarks. Oh, she thinks she’s clever.
“Is that so?” I ask, running my hands up her thighs and to the waistband of her workout shorts. Goosebumps erupt like tiny following footprints. I hook my fingers inside her shorts.
“Mhm,” is all she manages to get out this time. I pull her shorts down, making sure to take my time. She’s got on a lace green thong that makes my already hard cock strain against my boxers. I bring my eyes back to hers to find that she’s grinning.
“Wear these just for me, darling?”
“Oh, these?” She looks down. “Nahhh. I wear these all the time.” She wants to play, does she?
I chuckle darkly, pulling her shorts completely off her legs and tossing them to the side. I run my hands up her thighs again, slowing down to run my fingers over the lace. She exhales, flexing her hips into my touch. I run my thumb over her clit, softly, earning a throaty moan in response.
