Thirty Minutes Earlier
Bliss is beautiful. She has a face that's meant to be on screen. But I'm a jealous asshole and I want her all for me. I'll allow these others to look at her because she’s mine.
For a moment, she just sits there, her eyes gazing right at me. It's the same thing she does every time she logs on as she waits for people to join. Personally, I think she doesn't like seeing anyone miss a minute of her show.
The second she speaks, and her sultry voice hits my ears, I calm. All the tension, pain, and anger I've been carrying slips away.
I let out a low growl when her hand slips beneath the skimpy material she's wearing. There’s nothing I wish I was more now than her hand. I yearn to feel her clit, her wetness. To taste her.My hand lowers, gripping my cock, stroking slowly as I watch her.
She’s alone.
Or… she should be.
Someone steps into the frame. A person that shouldn’t be there.
I sit upright, anger burning deep within me as she talks about my Bliss. Not hers.Mine.
When she puts her mouth on her, I see red. I throw my phone across the room; it crashes against the wall before falling to the floor.
Broken? Maybe. I don’t fucking care.
Gripping the arm of the chair, my knuckles go white as I continue to watch. I need to know what she’s going to do. That the whore doesn’t touch what’s not hers.
Bliss’s smile falters—barely, just a flicker—but she recovers quickly. I wait for her to tell this interloper to get the fuck out. But she doesn't.
An error in judgement that I’ll have to make sure Bliss is aware of. The bastards can look but touching is off limits.
The bitch talks to us. Teasing us about being with my girl.
I scream in anger, fighting the urge to bust the screen to erase the site from in front of me.
Bliss is my fucking girl. I take hold of the coffee table in front of me, flipping it over as rage takes over.
My blood boils and all I want to do is snap the cunt’s neck for what she’s doing.
The chat moves too fast to track now, but I don't care about them. They're inconsequential.
When the woman crawls on top of her, I've had enough. I tuck my cock back in my pants and stand, storming from the room.
This ends now.
You belong to me, Bliss. It’s time I take you. To show you that you’re mine.
I can’t let another day pass without her knowing. My mind races. A hundred ways hitting me all at once of how to show her she’s mine. I need her with me so I can show her how much I love her. How no one else can touch her.
Chapter 26
Felicity
“Areyoureadyforthis?”
“Yes. No. Terrified.” I'm a mixture of all of them, but I know I'm ready to find out where we stand. “I need to shower and change real quick, then I'm heading over. Somehow, I don't think showing up to his house reeking of pussy will be the best thing to do.”
“Meh, maybe, maybe not, but it sure would be hilarious.” I can hear the smugness dripping off her lips with each word.
“Roxy!”
“What?” she gasps, hand going to her heart as she flutters her dark eyes at me. “Maybe it’ll light a fire under his ass and burn some common sense into him. I have half a mind to talk to him myself.”
