Or apparently nowneed.
Thanks to him.
Chapter Fifteen
Devour a Fucking Rainbow
Cedrick
It’s been too long without him.
He’s stopped returnin’ my texts. He’s staying inside the house more often than not.
He’s hidin’ from me.
Whether he knows it or not.
The only time I get to see him is when he’s walking to class—because he has no other choice. And Ihatethat I can’t touch him. That he’s so close, yet so far away. Sometimes mere feet, others across the courtyard. But he never sees me, no.
I keep myself hidden because the last thing I wanna do is spook my little mouse into disappearing completely. He’s too skittish for anything extreme when he’s not forced into it.
I just need to find a way to see him more because this… this isnotenough.
My skin is tingling, burning,achin’with the desire to touch him again. To feel his sweat-slickened skin against mine as hewrithes pathetically, whimpers escaping those ample lips that I can’t wait to feel wrapped around my cock.
I need Madison.
Any way I can have him.
And I’ll be damned if he’s the reason I don’t get ‘em.
Screams echodown the darkened hall, and I wipe sweat from my brow, smearing paint along the back of my glove. My victim got away from me, but I can’t bring myself to care.
For the first time since I started scaring, my heart’s just not in it. Because I can’t stop thinking about Madison and how utterly perfect he was.
How everyone else pales in comparison.
It’s pathetic, really.
“What the fuck is up with you?” Ligature bitches in my earpiece. “This is the third person tonight?—”
Before Booker can even finish his sentence, I’m yanking my earpiece out of my ear and shaking my head to clear the ringing that now resounds. I shove it in my pocket and let out a thunderous growl.
“I know,” I mutter to no one but myself. The ropes hangin’ from the beams in the ceiling swing around me as I pace back and forth. I bury my hands in my hair and yank, tearing strands from my skull. But even the sting of that is not enough to redirect my thoughts back to the now.
All that’s in the forefront of my mind is how pretty Madison looked strapped to that dolly. Small and weak and pathetic. And so, so precious.
He was…isthe sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.
And I want more.
Ineedmore.
“I can see you pacing back and forth in there,Static.” Kierra’s voice rolls through the speakers hidden in the corner of the room.
“Fuck off,” I mutter as I continue my pacing. My sweaty hair is sticking up on all ends, teeth bared, and eyes crazed.
I probably look every bit the psycho I’m portraying.
