I’m strung tight, biting down on my lip just to smother the sound of my ragged breaths.
Each muscle in my body strains as I lose my goddamn mind.
Skylar isn’t calm, either. She scratches her head as she crouches, examining the last one as if it holds the answers to life.
If she only looked up, she’d see me reflected in the glass.
A masked man towering over her. My cock bulges in my jeans. My hands clench at my sides.
I’ve never been in this much pain in my life.
I’m itching to grab her by the hair she’s twisted on the top of her head. Fuck and claim her.
Not yet. Not here.
I’m silent for another heartbeat. Take another step closer. Then?—
A gasp. From Skylar.
So soft, so quiet that I hardly hear it. But I do.
Her body goes absolutely still, even more so than before. Her nails drag over her knees.
This has nothing to do with the picture in front of her.
And everything to do with me.
My senses tell me so. They’ve sharpened over the years as I’ve hunted down the living-hides who’ve tried to escape.
But they’re in the past. She’s my present, my future.
This trouble.
My plans had been solid before I saw her—wait for the pills to arrive and get out of here.
No more.
I’m not sure what to do from here on out, other than take her.
When the lightest breeze whips around me, a different scent reaches my nose. Through my mask. Through the bleach odor and what’s left of Ma’s baking.
Skylar. She doesn’t smell of oranges like I thought she would.
Her fragrance is much better. It has my cock jerking from how sweet and seductive it is.
Come to think of it, it’s too seductive.
Wait, maybe…
Is she…
Does it mean she wants me?
I’ll figure it out soon enough, with or without her permission.
If she doesn’t let me touch her, I’ll fuck the defiance out of her. I’ll figure out how; I have no doubt about it.
I’ll learn to make her cry for me. Beg for me.
