14. Look What You Do To Me

14

Look What You Do To Me

Saint

I don't know how much longer I'll be able to avoid Violet.

Her blue eyes are the spheres I'm orbiting around.

Her pink lips are the home I've been searching for. Especially when they brighten a shade when I've scared her because she can't help running her perfect teeth over them.

I'd like those teeth to sink into my skin. Tasting my blood. Drinking me down until I'm nothing but a part of her.

I'd like her mouth open and begging for my cum. On her knees with her shorts pulled down like she was in the forest.

She's going to swallow me whole. From my body to my sanity—not that I've got much of that left .

I toss myself onto my bed and close my eyes, staring at the picture of her in my mind. Black hair and perfect skin waiting to be marked. I can still feel the resistance of her flesh against my blade as I cut into her skin. Beads of blood rolled down the tip, and I licked it clean.

I made her mine.

If I'm not inside her soon, I'm going to fucking lose it.

I've been patient. Waited long past what should be humanly possible. I watched Liam make a mockery of his relationship with her. Biding my time.

But now the wait is over, whether she realizes it or not.

Whether she wants it or not.

She's mine.

A hot rush courses through my veins at the thought of having her. She's going to give me everything she owes me for what I've done. Her fear will trickle out, and eventually, I'll make her understand. She's not ready yet, but she will be.

She'll beg me.

Pray to me.

Accept that I'm where she belongs. On all fours and at my mercy like I've wanted her for far too long.

The hum of the heater rattles something in the vents, but it doesn't warm my room. Sometimes I think Sigma House was designed that way. Our rooms are cells.

They call this our church. Our sanctuary. But the only thing we pray to here is the devil, and he'll reap all our souls when we're done doing his work.

Nothing about these walls is warm and inviting. It's probably why I'm so at home here .

I pull my phone out of my pocket and thumb through it, telling myself I'm going to check my texts but opening another app instead. I just need to see her. It's an itch I can't quite scratch. She's the cut that never feels deep enough when there's still distance between us.

Violet's room is dark, and it takes a moment for the camera to focus. But it's state of the art, so once it does, I can see clearly where she's lying on her bed. She worked late tonight, and instead of going out after, she stayed in like the good girl she is.

My predictable kitten… doing what she's told so I don't kill anyone else.

I'm tempted to rip someone open anyway. At least that would take my mind off her for a few minutes.

Like that would do me any good.

Violet rolls onto her back, and I realize she's still awake. Her eyes blink up at the ceiling like she's looking for me in the cracks. Too bad she won't find me. The cameras are small, and the ceiling is too high for her to reach them.

Even then, she won't try.

She thinks she hates me for watching her, but as she pulls her puffy lower lip between her teeth, we both know she's desperate for my attention.

"Don't worry, kitten. You have it."

Violet isn't escaping me now that I have her.

I watch the feed—watch her—wiggling around under the covers because she's restless.

I'm tempted to drive over there and fuck the nerves from those twitchy fingers and toes. She'd let me, even if she fought it at first. Just like the night on the side of the road.

She only hates me long enough for her cunt to drip and her pretty mouth to beg.

Then she hates herself for loving what I do to her.

Soon .

I'll paint her sheets with her virgin blood once she's desperate enough.

She's not ready for us yet, but she will be. I'll make sure of it.

Violet tosses the blanket off in frustration, and I get a good look at her perfect bare legs. She's wearing a tiny T-shirt and underwear. Both are black, like her hair. And she's the star in the center of her room, burning my body from the inside out at one glance.

Her knees wiggle.

Her fingers twitch.

I wonder if she's thinking about one of her favorite scary movies. Or the first conversation we had on the Dark Desires app.

Fear makes her wet, and if I had to guess from how she's gnawing her lip, she'd soak my cock if I sank into her right now.

Her eyes watch the ceiling as she bends her legs and her knees tip back and forth.

Back and forth.

She's a pendulum, begging me to come out and play because she knows I'm watching.

"What are you going to do, kitten? "

She pauses. Not blinking as she stares me in the eyes without realizing it. And I watch as she drags her feet slowly down the bed again until she's lying flat on her back, watching the ceiling.

Her eyes don't leave me as she moves her hand down her side to her hip. Slowly, her fingers skim the band of her underwear, teasing the line that has my blood boiling. She slips beneath the fabric, and if I were there, I'd tear it aside with my teeth so I could watch her sink into her heat.

But I'm not, and imagining it is almost as thrilling as knowing just what she's doing with that hand.

She knows I'm watching.

She must.

She wants to toy with me, not realizing what she's bringing upon herself.

Reaching down, I unzip my pants and pull my cock out, wrapping my hand around the base and slowly stroking with the pace of Violet's movements.

Her lips part, and I imagine thrusting myself to the back of her throat. Painting her face with my cum and then shoving it in her mouth.

Even with the best cameras, the dark room and thin fabric of her underwear hide her hand. So all I can make out is the movement of her working herself between her pretty legs. Just enough to know she's playing with this idea of us.

Letting it rattle around her brain, deciding what she wants to do with it.

With me .

"Soon, kitten."

I wrap my fingers tighter and intensify my strokes.

Her nipples peak under her T-shirt, and her chest rises and falls like waves on an ocean. Slow and steady. A lapping current that rocks through my mind. Stirring up the adrenaline building inside me.

Violet's hand moves faster, but her eyebrows pinch, and she looks frustrated. She doesn't know why she's struggling when she wants to come. She doesn't know herself like I know her. She can't give her body what it needs to let go.

Violet feeds on fear.

She needs to feel helpless. She needs pain.

Violet needs what only I can give her, so I'm not surprised when she pulls her hand away in anger and covers herself in the blanket.

Unsatisfied .

Not me. I stroke harder at her irritation until the heat of her eyes has my balls pulling tight. My release rips through me, and I come for her.

Switching my phone over to my camera, I snap a picture of my cum-covered cock, then open the Dark Desires app and hit send .

Saint : Look what you do to me.