My eyes roll back as I drop my head between my shoulders and sink my teeth into the flesh of my cheek. Copper explodes on my tongue, making me groan.
Every second that passes, it gets harder and harder to stay away.
But I love to play…and he’s finally playing back.
My phone vibrating draws my eyes back open.
Darlin:
You broke the rules.
I chuckle loudly, feeling mad. At this point, I don’t care if he hears me right outside his window.
Me:
Did I
He has no idea how many “rules” I’ve obliterated to have him—the ultimate faux pas in my world… well, in both worlds. And I should probably care more than I do, which ain’t at all.
Darlin:
My information wasn’t yours to take. It was only for the experience thing.
His rounded jaw is set tight, and his knees are locked. But his eyes… The eyes never lie. And his are still glassy with the fear I remember tasting so good.
But fuck, it does feel good to fake it, so I can’t really blame him.
Me:
Everything of yours is mine to take
And I want another taste
Madison’s phone drops from his trembling hand, landing with a jarring thud on the carpeted floor beside his feet once more. He turns his back on me to sit sideways on the edge of his bed as voices shout from downstairs. They’re barely audible with the walls between us, but Madison yells in response before falling back, his hand pressed to his sternum.
My fingers curl into my covered palms, the pointed tips of my gloves pressing in. The pain is dull with the fabric between the areas of contact, but I relish in it all the same.
I have the perfect view—from the crown of his head down his entire body. Of his thick, mousy brown hair, which is plastered to his sweaty forehead, and his small hands, which tremble as they lift the hem of his red t-shirt to undo the button on his jeans. He plants his bare feet on his bedframe as he snakes his arm over and down his stomach, fingers grazing bare flesh before they disappear beneath his waistband.
My eyes light up, dancing with pleasant revelation as I watch my little treat…play with himself.
Oh, he is such a sweet littlesurprise.
Teeth puncture the thin flesh of my bottom lip as I lean toward the glass, needing to touch him. My gloved fingertips nearly drag across the pane, leaving invisible streaks in my wake.
My mark.One of many to come.
Madison’s neck arches, exposing tendons and veins and muscles thatneedto be sunk into. Bruised and bloodied and delicate. My cock is throbbing where it’s trapped within my pants, and my fingers twitch to pull it out, but I suck in a breath, reining in what little bit of control I have left towatch.
Just watch…
Because he’s the rapture I need, and I’m the nightmare he wants.
Chapter One
The Prospect of the Unknown
Madison
