Chapter 22

TWENTY-TWO

BOBBY

A shley made me drop her off a few blocks from her house, but I couldn't help but follow her at a distance as she headed home.

To him.

I'd only had her for one week, and it wasn't nearly long enough.

My obsession with her was crazy. She remained practically a stranger. So why did it feel like she completed some part of me I'd long tried to ignore?

Now I had to watch as she took the last steps back into her life. The life she hated. I'd hoped she would change her mind and beg me to stay.

But why would she? Sure, I'd given her orgasms, but perhaps she'd merely been tolerating my kinks to get away from me in one piece. While her body screamed out for more, she could have been fighting revulsion at my kinks.

Most people did.

Just a freak .

Half hidden behind a hedge, I watched as she stood on her front door, lowering her shoulders and straightening her back. Pain filled my stomach as she reached out and pressed on the handle, the door opening. Watching her go was like being stabbed deep in the gut. All kinds of wrong.

Nails dug into my palms as I tensed. The tiny arcs of pain grounded me and stopped me from tearing over the asphalt to throw her over my shoulder and drag her to my cabin. Or to follow her inside and fuck her right there in front of Jerry, showing him she was mine.

The door closed behind her.

Shut me out.

I'd have to bide my time. A good pet always sought her owner.

I watched until the sky dimmed, and the streetlights flooded her pristine driveway outside her perfect home.

The arrival of two police officers eventually spurred my reluctant departure.

Back to my cabin.

Alone .