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If she is, he’s dead.
There were several eyes all over her body last night when she arrived at the party with her friends. Twelve guys signed up to have her for seven minutes in dark fantasy heaven before I stepped in and took them off the list.
She was supposed to be mine.
My dick is on the verge of explosion by the time I walk into my bedroom and I know I’m not going to be able to sleep until I find some relief.
So I strip off my clothes, head to the shower in the ensuite and grab my cock.
I turn on the water so it sprays over me with a cool but not cold temperature.
I rest one hand against the granite wall in front of me then, just like last night, I clamp a fist around my shaft and stroke.
Closing my eyes, I imagine Ivy naked on her knees before me. I’ve never seen her fully naked but what I conjure seems to fit. I already know what her legs and hips look like, so I add large, bouncy breasts, a curvy waist and the flat stomach I felt when I shoved her against the wall.
Now that I have a good visual I imagine her hot little mouth sliding up and down my length, then she takes me deeper, deeper, deeper.
The sight of her in my mind is so prominent and visceral it sends a rush of blood straight to my dick.
Moments later I’m pumping like a madman on crack and like I’ve lost my shit.
It gets worse when I imagine what her face would look like if she were really here with me.
I see those magical, seductive gray eyes staring up at me as if she worships my dick and that’s when I blow my load.
A guttural roar pours out of me as virulent as the cum flowing out of the aching head of my cock.
I’m fucked. Fucking fucked.
Whatever the fuck it is that’s captivated me with this girl has possessed me.
And I’m worse than those creepy fuckers in The Exorcist movies because I’m more than aware of what I want.
Her.
I want her.
I actually fucking want her.
The darkness inside my head that usually whispers its evil plans to me is now shouting to take what I want.
This is a new strain of greed. Something I crave and can’t control.
And I don’t want to control it.
I want it to consume me. I want it to erase the notions of right and wrong from my mind, along with honor and duty to who I am.
I want to break her, break down all her walls of resistance, and truly make her mine.
Only then will I be satisfied.
Because I’m obsessed.
Chapter 9
Ivy
Night fell hours ago but I wanted to stay out as long as possible to hide myself from my new tormentor.