Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
What the hell was going on with me?
She shifted slightly in her sleep, the blanket moving a little lower so I could see the slight swell of her tits just under her shirt.
I felt adrenaline course through me as I grabbed the edge of the comforter and pulled it downward until the material pooled at her waist. I ran my hand over my cock as I reached out and gently cupped her breast. She was small but a perfect handful, her nipple hard and just begging for me to tweak it.
Jesus Christ, she looked so fucking good, and she had no idea I was fondling her which made this even hotter.
I wanted to stand right over her and jerk off so that when I came, it would spew all over her pretty face.
I grew bolder and pushed her shirt up, making sure my motions were slow and steady so as not to wake her. I ran my palm up and down my shaft, feeling my balls draw up tight. Fuck, it had been so long since I fucked a woman, so long that I couldn’t remember how it felt to have a tight, hot, and wet pussy clenching around my cock and milking it.
I was going to come too fucking quickly just from touching her bare breast and thinking about spreading her thighs and sliding in deep. I wanted to do it while she slept so that when she woke up, I was buried inside her. She’d be shocked, and she’d tense, which would have her cunt strangling my dick.
Shit, I was coming.
I came hard and fast, and it sucked the breath from my lungs. Milky jets of semen sprayed out of my cock and covered my hand and the floor, creating a white, thick puddle on the hardwood between my feet.
Evelina slept on while I was a disgusting motherfucker coming all over her bedroom floor.
I gave my dick a shake, making sure all the jizz was out of the crown before I tucked myself back into my pants.
And then I fixed her shirt and sat there to continue watching her.
I wasn’t like other men. I’d never felt anything for anyone—not love, not guilt, not even hate, nor empathy. I just didn’t give a shit about anything or anyone but myself and what I could gain. I didn’t get stressed, not really. I experienced reality and all it entailed, but I was a master manipulator.
But then, here I was staring at Evelina and not knowing what the fuck I was feeling when I looked at her.
My life had always been a game of survival, of dominance and control. I thrived on that shit. Manipulating people wasn’t just a game; it was my lifeblood.
People weren’t people to me. They were my personal tools… my prey.
I stared at Evelina’s innocent-looking face and wondered what it was like to feel. Because, emotions? Those weren’t something I’d ever entertained. I wasn’t capable of it. I didn’t have the capacity for them.
And yet, sitting here watching her sleep, I felt... something. Foremost, it confused the fuck out of me. But beneath that feeling, there was a dark need. An obsession. It wasn’t soft or kind. But there was no denying it was there, this dangerous pull I couldn’t explain, and I just knew it wasn’t going to fade.
It was going to grow until it consumed both of us. And it pissed me off because it made me feel like I didn't have control. She made me feel things I didn’t want to touch on. They were things I didn’t trust because I had zero power over them.
And because of all that, Evelina was dangerous to me.
But the most fucked-up thing about it all was I didn’t want to fix whatever this was.
After scrubbing a hand over my hair and down my face, I leaned back in the chair and scanned the room. The house was cold as fuck, since the space heater took a crash. I was pretty good with my hands and fixing shit, but that heater was dead, and there was no reviving it.
I’d seen a covered woodpile at the side of the house and a fireplace in the living room. I needed to start a fire to heat the place up because, with the storm raging and not seeming like it would fade soon, things were just gonna get colder.
The cabin she called home was outdated and needed more renovations than not, but it was miles from anyone who could hear her scream—whether from pleasure or pain. And that was why this was the perfect spot to lie low.
Yet, this was temporary. The cops were out there combing the woods, the roads, and every abandoned building looking for one thing. Me. They’d find this place eventually.
But right now, that didn’t matter. All that mattered was Evelina and my obsession with her.