Trying to distract myself from those thoughts, I use my flashlight to rifle through more of her things. She has a veritable buffet of lip balms on her nightstand. Cotton candy, gummy bear, and sugar cookie. I open each of them and smell them, and it doesn’t help the situation with my dick.
I’m getting antsy, so I check the camera in the studio, noting she’s taken off her cardigan. Now all I can think about is peeling that tiny tank top off her while I put my hand up her skirt.
She’s hyper-focused on her work, and I don’t want to interrupt her because I know the feeling well. One of the few benefits of having my brain scrambled by high voltage is heightened pattern recognition and obsessive focus. In that way, it’s helped me understand Gabi better than I ever could have attempted to before.
I keep myself busy by yanking her journal out from beneath the mattress and reading it. There have been a few more updates since my last perusal. I’m pleased to see I’ve been mentioned more than once—both as Eros and Orion. She’s giving me a god complex.
I check the camera in the studio again and find her putting her things away for the night, so I take out my phone and text her.
Eros415: Good day, little shark?
BiteSizedGabi: Define good?
Eros415: Did you think of me?
She starts typing, then pauses, and when I check the camera in her studio, she’s biting her lip and staring at her phone with a guilty expression.
BiteSizedGabi: I did. But you know the guy I told you about before?
Eros415: The asshole? What about him?
BiteSizedGabi: He’s not really an asshole. I mean, he has his moments…but my point is that I think you should know I saw him today.
Eros415: And?
On camera, she gets up and starts pacing, at war with her conscience. This is the difference between me and Gabi. She’s so soft-hearted, she feels the need to hold herself accountable for every perceived slight or sin. Meanwhile, I’m getting off onthe fact that she’s twisting herself up in knots over either of my identities because I’m a sick fuck. I want her to think of me, any way I can get it.
Eros415: Did you flirt with him, Gabi?
BiteSizedGabi: Maybe? I don’t know. It was very confusing. But I feel like I should tell you, just to be transparent.
I get an alert on my phone for the camera hidden in the hallway, letting me know she’s coming. I leave that message on read as I edge myself between the door and the wall, waiting for her to enter her room. When she does, I grab her from behind before she can turn on the lights, scaring the crap out of her.
That little shriek she lets out goes straight to my cock, and I press it against her ass as I drag my fingers up over her throat.
“Did he get a smile from you today, Gabriela?” I bury my mask against her neck, aching to breathe her in.
“I…yes,” she blurts.
“Good.” My voice dips. “Now I’m going to get your screams.”
“What?” she pants.
“Run.”
It takes a moment for the command to register, but when she realizes I’m in the mood for a hunt, she lets out a breathy little whimper and bolts into the hallway. The sight of her fleeing triggers every cell in my body, activating the predator in me.
I stalk after her, watching her glance over her shoulder as she spills into the lounge area. Her eyes widen with panic as she tries to make a split-second decision. She heads for the stairs, and I follow, not even trying to silence the sound of my boots as they echo off the walls around us.
She darts down the second hallway, and as luck would have it, mine is the first door she stops at. When she tries to open it and finds it locked, confusion settles over her face. If she took the time to explore the penthouse, she’d know that door wasn’t locked before.
Regardless, there isn’t time for her to mull it over now. As I narrow the distance between us, she runs all the way to the end of the hall and into the primary suite, heading into the closet she used to make her escape once before.
When I close in on her and grab her around the waist, she screams.
“You didn’t try very hard.” I bundle both of her wrists in one of my hands, pinning them behind her back. “You must want to get fucked.”
A soft whimper escapes her as I drag a finger across that inch of bare skin along her midriff that’s been taunting me all day. She shivers, and it ratchets up the tension in my balls.
