“Don’t you know?” The words burst out of me before I can stop them. The intrusive thoughts are back.
He stares at me in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“You haven’t been watching me on the cameras?”
“They were down until this morning,” he says, stroking my hair again. “I just had them fixed.”
Relief floods me. I try to return to his chest, but he keeps me at arm’s length, studying me.
“What happened?”
“Nothing,” I murmur.
He keeps his eyes trained on me for a while longer, as though he plans to insist. But instead he sighs, and I suddenly notice he looks just as exhausted as I feel.
Then he draws me to him for a soft kiss.
“I have to go to work, my pet. I have a lot of work this week.” He pauses, his voice almost sounding regretful. “I think I can come back to see you Friday.”
Friday. That’s three days from now. Three whole days without him. The thought makes my heart constrict, even as I hate myself for being so needy.
“Maybe I can fix it so we can have dinner together,” he adds. “Would you like that?”
I breathe in sharply. No one’s ever wanted to have dinner with me before. I look up at him, my body humming with excitement.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, please.”
He smiles, kisses me again, and leaves.
18
Damien
Ifully intend to stay away from her until Friday evening. I wasn’t lying. The constant threat of the Feds means we have a lot of work, and I also need to keep my thoughts focused.
But all I can think of is her. Of the way she acted when I went to visit her. Something’s changed.
She’s suffering, and I don’t know why.
Stranger still, I care.
Caring was never part of the plan. Possessing her, locking her up and making her wait, yes. But not caring.
I’ve fallen into my own trap. Now, I don’t want her to be bored. I want her to be happy.
And a little scared, too. I’d miss that spark of fear in her eyesif it disappeared completely. I want to keep her on her toes. But I don’t want anyone, or anything, to scare her but me.
And it’s become clear that somethinghasscared her. Or someone.
I need to know more.
By Friday morning, my thoughts have grown so obsessive that I’m at her door before I’ve even had time to check the camera feed on my phone.
I look down at it as I unlock the door, and at once, all my concern melts into thin air, replaced by arousal.
She’s in the shower, and through the hot steam, I can just make out her curves. The water glistens on her creamy body, her wet hair hanging heavy around her. She’s never been more beautiful.
I creep into the apartment and cross the living room. Discarding my own clothes first, I open the door to the bathroom and enter the shower noiselessly. She vaguely registers my presence, but before she’s had time to turn around, I’ve pressed a hand over her mouth. I crush her possessively to me with one arm, exploring her warm body with my free hand. I trail a finger over her cheek, down her neck and over her breast as my hard cock pushes against her bottom. She tries to turn toward me but I keep her pinned to me, continuing to work my hand all over her body, possessing every inch of her.
