Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Next week, I’ll send those pictures to his parents, right about the time I start leaking evidence of his scams to his already shaky investors. And until he backs off from what doesn’t belong to him, I will continue systematically destroying his life.
I hear Gabi arrive at the penthouse, and I give her some time to get settled in. She goes to her studio to finish up some work before classes tomorrow.
When Julian texts me to let me know he’s going to bed, I give him a heads-up that if he hears Gabi screaming tonight, it’s not because I’m murdering her. Then I sit and wait for her in the dark.
Her room smells like her, and it gets me hard just thinking of all the ways I want to defile her. For years, my imagination supplied countless ideas of the ways I’d fuck her if I could. But nothing could compare to the real thing. Now, knowing I’m the only one who’s ever been inside her is fucking with my mind. The animal in me keeps whispering…more.
Take everything.
Claim her.
Make her yours.
Today, that voice was louder than it’s ever been. Seeing her in that little black skirt and tights, pressing her against me and watching her blush—it took every ounce of restraint I had not to drag her into my dungeon so I could fuck her until my cock gave out.
Gabi isn’t ready for that yet. Not as Romeo. She made that abundantly clear today when I tried to be nice to her. It freaked her out so much, she dragged Eros into the conversation to use as a buffer.
I can’t say that I blame her. I’ve been a world-class dick to her for so many years, her wrath is the least that I deserve. But it doesn’t stop me from thinking about being buried deep inside her, unmasked, as she cries out my name.
Trying to distract myself from those thoughts, I use my flashlight to rifle through more of her things. She has a veritable buffet of lip balms on her nightstand. Cotton candy, gummy bear, and sugar cookie. I open each of them and smell them, and it doesn’t help the situation with my dick.
I’m getting antsy, so I check the camera in the studio, noting she’s taken off her cardigan. Now all I can think about is peeling that tiny tank top off her while I put my hand up her skirt.
She’s hyper-focused on her work, and I don’t want to interrupt her because I know the feeling well. One of the few benefits of having my brain scrambled by high voltage is heightened pattern recognition and obsessive focus. In that way, it’s helped me understand Gabi better than I ever could have attempted to before.
I keep myself busy by yanking her journal out from beneath the mattress and reading it. There have been a few more updates since my last perusal. I’m pleased to see I’ve been mentioned more than once—both as Eros and Orion. She’s giving me a god complex.
I check the camera in the studio again and find her putting her things away for the night, so I take out my phone and text her.
Eros415: Good day, little shark?
BiteSizedGabi: Define good?
Eros415: Did you think of me?
She starts typing, then pauses, and when I check the camera in her studio, she’s biting her lip and staring at her phone with a guilty expression.
BiteSizedGabi: I did. But you know the guy I told you about before?
Eros415: The asshole? What about him?
BiteSizedGabi: He’s not really an asshole. I mean, he has his moments…but my point is that I think you should know I saw him today.
Eros415: And?
On camera, she gets up and starts pacing, at war with her conscience. This is the difference between me and Gabi. She’s so soft-hearted, she feels the need to hold herself accountable for every perceived slight or sin. Meanwhile, I’m getting off on the fact that she’s twisting herself up in knots over either of my identities because I’m a sick fuck. I want her to think of me, any way I can get it.
Eros415: Did you flirt with him, Gabi?
BiteSizedGabi: Maybe? I don’t know. It was very confusing. But I feel like I should tell you, just to be transparent.
I get an alert on my phone for the camera hidden in the hallway, letting me know she’s coming. I leave that message on read as I edge myself between the door and the wall, waiting for her to enter her room. When she does, I grab her from behind before she can turn on the lights, scaring the crap out of her.
That little shriek she lets out goes straight to my cock, and I press it against her ass as I drag my fingers up over her throat.
“Did he get a smile from you today, Gabriela?” I bury my mask against her neck, aching to breathe her in.