Page 2 of CurVy 13

Not long.

I shuffle to the feral images in my mind.

She gets free from him and storms inside, the rain coating her clothes, weighing them down, her hair sticking to her back and over the mounds of tits, her black eyeliner twin streams rushing over each plush cheek.

Two-hundred-pound dipshit is striding after her when she pushes the door open, turns, and slams it in his face. I almost crack a smile.

He thumps on the wood, hard.

Popcorn would be nice.

I look down at my phone, drawn to her laughter and hollering through the speaker. “I don’t even have pearls, but, girl, if I did, chapter six would’ve had me clutching them and simultaneously wishing for a different kind around my neck.”

I cock an eyebrow at her blatant admission, giving so much of herself away for strangers’ entertainment.

Finding her the perfect mix of theatrical and innocent, I go to the comments to see what others think about her, a slow grin stretching my lips out as I read.

That chapter got me good!

I needed a coochie ice bath after that one!

Wait until you get to chapter nine!

They adore her.

Wait…

Eww, get off my TikTok.

What is wrong with this girl?

She’s obviously lonely.

I hit the sleep button and wait in the dark of the car for her boyfriend to give up and return to his beat-up Honda. The heavy thud of his driver’s door pulses through my heart like a starting gun firing.

Not long now.

After watching countless reels on her TikTok account, my cock is already hard and making the decisions for me. I look down, the bulging muscle beating upward beneath my jeans.

I groan.

She is my type, an outward layer of flamboyance, confidence, and humour, that I plan on stripping away to expose her juicy vulnerable insides.

I plan to show her what living inside one of her dark romance novels is like.

Let’s see if she likes it there.

* * *

It’s been ten minutes, there is a gap in the rain, and my cock can’t wait any longer.

I step from the car, my boots pressing into the muddied water, but I’m not concerned about staying clean. I’ll have her so dirty, so defiled, and too afraid to speak up.

As I said, arrogant arse.

I approach the building.

The thing about houses built in the 1970s, like this brick home in front of me, is they all have sliding windows that push inward.