Page 43 of The Guru: Shadow

Her fifth drink. And she’s still standing straight, not the slightest sign of her being buzzed.

When Emma and Julie retreated into the club, he couldn’t believe his eyes at what was playing out in front of him. There she was, gulping down whiskey – like water after a marathon, and kissing the masc girl at the bar, not any masc girl. It was a hot, consuming kiss, and it made their game ten times more interesting, because it was in all matter of facts totally out of bounds.

Although it aroused him, he would not share, not with men, not with women, nor everything in between and especially not with her – that was something he’d deal with later.

His was his.

And Emma belonged to him.

She would soon know what it meant to be his. He would have her knee in front of him with tears flooding down her cheeks and have her beg for his mercy. And he would have her pay for kissing another.

Look at me, ma belle, look at what I will do to you.

And then her head went back up. It was electrifying to watch her let herself go in the moment. And then her eyes fixed on his, a thrilling prickle shooting through his chest.

There you are again.

The Emma full of dark desire, reckless, provoking, and daring.

You are mine. Mine alone. And I’ll eliminate everyone else between us.

The whole club disappeared around them for the briefest of moments, while they just stared into each other’s eyes. And he imagined her being stripped down to her bare, raw existence, tied up in the middle of the room for him to play with, to shove his cock in all of her holes until she’d beg in pain.

There is no escape, love.

Time to play.

“Let her go, Deis.” Julie put a hand on his arm. “She always does it, it’s her being overwhelmed. And she’s had too much to drink.”

“Exactly, that’s why I’ll get her home safely.”

“Deis, don’t pull her into your mess, she’s had messy for a lifetime.”

Too late for that, dear.

“I won’t, but I won’t let her get herself mugged, either.” The caring card always played well with buttercup daises like Julie. And with that, he went after her. Pulling out his phone, he dialed for Edwards.

“Where is she?”

“Somewhere in the building, moving, no visual.”

“Elevator just arrived; she wasn’t in it.”

She was really good at escaping, and although he had Edwards and everyone else tracing her, she still managed to get away from him, twice this evening. In the end, it would only make the triumph much more delightful.

“An Uber just parked in front; she took the stairs.”

The stairs. Thirty-three levels in her shoes. Quite the endurance, but it was insightful to what length she went.

“Have Greg tail her, I’m entering the elevator now.”

When he hopped into the G-Class, Edwards immediately gave him the tablet with her tail.

“She knows,” came Greg’s voice from the speaker.

“Sure?”

“They are trying to shake me, taking senseless turns. I think they’re aiming for downtown now.”