But then she moved again, and the next thing I saw made my breath catch.
Her hands went to the hem of her tank top. She pulled it over her head in one fluid motion, revealing the pale pink bra I'd touched only minutes ago. That came off next. Then her jeans, pushed down those lithe legs until she kicked them aside, taking her panties with them.
My steps faltered. I stopped walking entirely, unable to tear my eyes away from the screen.
Fuck.
Violet was completely bare in the center of her bed now.Mybed, really. Because I'd claimed it the moment I'd put that camera in place. Claimed her, whether she knew it yet or not.
She rolled over and reached for her bedside table, giving me a perfect view of her ass—round and perfect and mine—before yanking open the drawer with an urgency that made my cock harden painfully against my jeans.
I watched as she fumbled beneath the contents, pulling out a purple drawstring bag. Then a dildo. Purple silicone. About six inches. Nowhere near as thick as I was, but she didn't know that yet.
"Jesus Christ," I muttered, my free hand instinctively moving to adjust myself through my jeans.
Violet scrambled up on her knees and brought the toy between her legs. Even from this angle, I could see the way her head tipped back, mouth falling open as she touched herself, rubbing that toy against her clit in slow, deliberate circles.
I glanced around the empty street, then ducked into the shadowed alcove of a closed storefront, pressing my back againstthe brick wall. My hand moved to palm my hard-on through the denim as I kept watching.
This was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen.
Violet sucked the dildo into her mouth, getting it wet, and my mind supplied another image with brutal clarity. Those lips wrapped around my cock instead. Those pretty eyes looking up at me while she took me deep enough to hit the back of her throat.
Then she positioned the toy beneath her and began to lower herself onto it, inch by inch.
I bit back a groan, my grip tightening on my phone. If I were in my room right now instead of a public street, I'd have my cock out, tightly gripping it in my fist while I watched her take that toy. But I couldn't. Not here.
So I just watched. Watched her hand work between her legs. Watched the way her thighs trembled. The arch of her back. The silent cries shaping her lips.
And then, even though there was no audio on the feed, I knew exactly what she said.
My name.
I could read it on her lips as clearly as if she'd whispered it in my ear.Julian.
"Fuck, Violet," I growled under my breath, palming myself harder through my jeans as she started to move, bouncing on that dildo like she was made for it. Like her body was already learning to crave what I could give her.
As I kept watching, my hand clenched around the phone until my knuckles whitened. All I could think about was what I wanted to do to her right now. How I’d make her come apart for real, under my hands, with my mouth, with my cock.
She was getting close now, riding that toy with increasing desperation, her hand working frantically between her legs. When she came, head thrown back and mouth open in what Iknew was a scream, I had to close my eyes and breathe through the need tearing through me. My cock throbbed painfully, trapped and aching, begging for release I couldn't give it.
Not yet. Not here.
I forced my eyes open again, watching as Violet rode out the aftershocks. Watched her slow down, finally, and pull the toy free. She stumbled to the bathroom for a minute, then came back and collapsed onto the bed, curling into herself.
Even from here, I could see the shame in the curve of her spine. In the way she buried her face in her hands.
She thought she was a terrible person for wanting me. Thought she was betraying her sister by getting off to a fantasy of the man whose brother might’ve killed her.
"It's okay, sweetheart," I murmured to the empty air, to the girl who couldn't hear me. "You're not going to hell. But I probably am."
I pocketed my phone and pushed off the wall, adjusting myself as best I could before continuing toward Revs. My cock was still hard, still demanding attention, but it would have to wait.
I had other business to take care of first.
The parking lot was dark and quiet when I reached it, exactly as I'd expected. Most people wouldn't leave for another two hours at least.
A low groan came from the corner where I'd left Kane Sutherland.
