Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 35602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Antonio was in this dream and so was my brother. I'm plagued by memories of both innocent men whose lives were ruined because of me. No wonder people want revenge on me. I'm a fucking monster.
I get up from the bed and walk into the bathroom, where the cold spray of the shower finally wakes me up. In seconds, I'm ready for my day. Ignoring the pull of my sadistic side wanting to hurt somebody, I go about my day as I always do.
I do my best to avoid thoughts of Tallulah that keep pressing into my mind with urgency I can't resist. Finally, when I've had enough of it, I angrily shove the papers off my desk, get up, and pace the room while the dogs watch me cautiously.
I'm just a small consolation to them. But I know how much they miss Tallulah. We all do. Our lives have changed forever, and only bringing her back will fix that.
Saul has updated me on Selena. I made sure to make arrangements for her and get her taken away from that shitty cartel. She's been put in a hotel and given a job at one of our strip clubs. Even though Saul updates me frequently, I can't bring myself to care.
There's only one woman on my mind, and it sure as fuck isn't Selena.
I storm out of the room, down the hallway and into the room I haven't touched since Tallulah escaped. Everything is as I left it. I assume the maids have been cleaning these quarters, because Saul ordered them to.
I don't know why I haven't bothered coming in here before. Thoughtfully, I pick up a hairbrush, staring at her long blonde hairs caught between the bristles. With a groan, I set her brush down. I feel like a lunatic and like I'm losing my mind. I don't know what's going on with me, but every thought, every move I make, is influenced by the memory of her. I can't get over her, and this is a first. Every time in the past I've been with a woman, I used them to my advantage. I never let them get any sort of power over me. Not them, or their cunts.
I thrive on the concept of vengeance. I live for revenge.
But with Tallulah... I'm not even sure I can bring her to justice, because my heart and my mind still treasure her. I want to bring her back, and make her mine again. Show her who owned her all this time. Tell her I'm never going to give up on us.
Absentmindedly, I walk over to the chest of drawers standing in the corner of her bedroom. I run my fingers along the wood. I slowly pull out the silver handle and stare into her underwear drawer.
My handshakes as I pull out a pair of her panties. Lavender colored, made of the finest silk. I don't know if she's worn them or not, but they're fresh and clean. And they smell so much like her it makes me curse out loud.
If I could, I would punch myself in the fucking face to stop myself from yearning for this girl like a goddamn pussy. All she did was fucking abandon me. And yet I can't resist.
I grip the panties in the fist of my hand and inhale their scent, feeling like a sick pervert. I walk over to the bed she used to sleep on, and strip off my pants. My hand wraps around my cock, her panties still clutched between my fingers. I start jerking off. It's the most pleasureful sensation I've had in the whole time she's been gone.
I've tried to get myself off before, but every time I did, I kept her out of my thoughts, fantasizing about faceless, nameless people. Even though I knew deep down every fantasy had her at the center of it. Always.
I keep bringing myself closer to an orgasm I know I won't be able to resist. My hand forces the lace around my cock, which quickly gets wet from the amount of precum dripping down my shaft. I don't want to admit that Tallulah has won this war, but it's a hard job when she's commanding my cock and she isn't even here.
I can only hope my search for vendetta and my blood thirst wake up again before I find her.
I can't stop myself from finishing inside her panties. I imagine putting them back in her drawer, keeping them fresh, warm, and wet for her, so every time she wakes up, she has to put them on, keeping me close to her and guarding her like I should have been all along. With a groan, I toss the panties to the side.
I get back up and start going through her things. Her cross necklace is here. Right on her nightstand. I assume a maid must have put it back here after she tried to kill me.