The pain and pleasure I could bring her. The fucking punishments I would give to train her. She would lose that bratty little attitude in a heartbeat until she was nothing but putty beneath my hands.
“Maybe this stranger can help?” I offer.
She snorts. “I’m sorry, but sicking you on my last situationship does sound pretty funny.”
Situationship.
I've heard this from Thalia before. She often refers to her recent fucks as situationships.
My teeth grind. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah,” She gives a soft laugh that has my cock thickening against my leg. “He can't seem to leave me alone. Moving should help.”
“And you still have contact with this person?” She has no idea how dangerous my questions are. The thoughtsfiltering through my mind could land me in jail for good, as that old feeling returns. The thing I've tried to bury for years resurfaces, and my hand grips the edge of the table so tightly I expect it to splinter at any moment.
She only shrugs as she watches the fog just outside our window. “He calls sometimes, but I mostly ignore him.”
Interesting.
“Then why don't you block him?”
She shrugs again. “Maybe I want to keep the line open. I plan to come back and visit my mom twice a month.”
Like fucking hell.
I rub a hand across my mouth, nearly shaking in my seat with everything I’m suppressing. I want to figure out where this fucker lives and strangle him to death. I want to cut off his hands for touching her. I want—
“Morning. What can I get you two to drink?” The waitress pops a hip, tapping the end of her pencil on the notepad in her hand.
Addison smiles, completely unaware that I want to make herscream. “I was promised the best coffee I've ever had.”
The server takes her order before turning to me. “And for you, sir?”
I’m staring at the woman across from me, my mind on murder as my chest rumbles with my answer. “The same.”
“Here are your menus,” the waitress hands us two before jotting my order down. “I’ll be right back with your coffee.”
When it’s just the two of us, Addison taps her fingers on the table. “So, what—”
“I don't understand why you wouldn’t block him.”
She rolls her eyes. “Again with this? It’s my life!”
But you're fucking mine.
My eyes widen at the sudden possessiveness. I clear my throat, looking away from the enchanting woman across from me. This was a horrible idea. I don't know how much longer I can last.
Whatever is inside of me is practicallyclawingaway atmy restraint. Her smell, her voice, her reactions. It’s all too much for me. I want to drink her in like alcohol, and get drunk on her essence. Worst of all, I want topossessher.
“Topic change,” she sighs. “What are you getting out of this? Do you want money for gas or something?”
Or something.
“No.”
I get to surround myself with you until I grow sick. I get to feed whatever obsession is ticking away inside of me like a fucking bomb, and you have no idea you’re the object of my delusions.
“Okay,” she taps her fingers again. “Well, tell me about yourself. What do you do for work?”
