I hatehow perfect she looks. Esme Black might as well be moulded from the clay of my erotic dreams. Every part of her is breathtaking. From the long gleaming waves of her dark, almost black, hair to the striking pale blue irises to the crimson pout of her full lips.
It’sderangedhow good she looks and not just attractive. There’s something in the tilt of her nose, the set of her jaw, the sparkle in her eyes that speaks long and hard about how satisfying, how fulfilling, how uniquely pleasurable she would be to fuck.
That the one time I tried turned out to exceed those promised expectations fills me with a low-key fury.
Her eyes widen as she stares, pupils shrinking. A feeling of power rushes through me, in direct proportion to her distress. A surge of pleasure at finally trapping her.
The long muscles in her legs stiffen as though she’s about to run away. After spending the better part of a year tracking her down, I’m not keen to let her escape now.
I stay, blocking the doorway, hulking my shoulders so the muscles pop, taking up more space.
“Hey, Esme,” I say in the lowest timbre I can manage, a deep rumble straight from the grave. “Long time, no see.”
Her skin whitens until I’m almost sorry for her. She never did hold the knack of keeping her feelings hidden; each new emotion compelled to take out a billboard announcing its arrival.
But I stifle that response.
I took pity on her once and look how that turned out.
Ten months I’ve endured my mother’s face pinching every time she glances my way. Ten months where I went from being a star to a pariah. Not only at school, although that would be bad enough, but in my home.
Myhome.
I’ve been punished and my resentment burns as hot today as it did on the day she fled town.
I’ve been punished, but of the two of us, she’s the one who committed a crime.
Still, her limbs tremble and I can sympathise. So did mine when her father paid me a visit, along with his two bodyguards.
“What are you doing here?” she asks in a husky voice, apparently the only way she’s capable of speaking.
“It’s a party. I’m here to drink, take drugs if anyone’s handing them out for free, dance a little.” I raise my arms and sway my hips in a rhythmic shuffle, watching with amusement as her frightened gaze sweeps straight to my crotch, a flicker of lust lurking in the shadows. “How about you?”
She tries for a nonchalant shrug, but her muscles are so tense it comes off like a spasmodic jerk. Her eyes dart to my mouth, trace out my amused smile, and she hunches over, wrapping herself smaller, like she can disappear into nothing if she wills it hard enough.
A trick we both know doesn’t work or she would’ve vanished a year ago.
“Same,” she finally whispers. “I’m just fetching a drink.”
“From his dad’s study?” I take a step towards her, deciding in her current state of physical lockdown, she won’t flee. “Is it my turn to accuse someone of stealing?”
Her jaw tightens, nostrils pinching. The movement changes the shape of her face, becoming less fluffy-bunny and more killer-rabbit.
The same face she wore the last time I fucked her. Like even when she was coming so hard her legs forgot how to hold her body weight, she wanted to stab me dead.
Fair enough. It’s what I’d like to do, too.
“You look well.” I take another step into the room, and she shuffles back. Perfect. I do it again, and again, until Esme realises her mistake, her butt hitting against the wall.
I can encroach further, move until my body is flush with hers, but I hold back. Playtime with her has always been fun. No need to push through to the end when there’s so much excitement to be had in the tease.
“Guess your expensive private boarding school suits you better than attending public with all the riffraff.”
Her chin juts up, parrying the blow. “It was more the getting away from lunatic fuck-nuts that did the trick.”
“Oh?” Her phrasing makes me laugh, always has done. Those foul words coming from such an angelic face. “Any fuck-nut in particular?”
She bares her teeth at me in answer. Her hips also sway towards mine, an action I bet she doesn’t know she’s making.
