Chapter 24

TWENTY-FOUR

BOBBY

R efreshing my site every ten minutes didn't make her messages appear.

Driving past her house didn't even give me a glimpse of her. I'd seen an older woman leaving, hugging Ashley's husband as though it was the last time she'd see him, her body language screaming out her annoyance.

I needed to see Ashley.

The house was quiet when I approached it in the dead of night, a breeze blowing through the trees in the garden and chilling me.

There was no budge in the sliding door, and I pulled out my lock picking tools, working quickly to access my pet's home.

It was risky. Stupid, even. But I needed to talk her.

Silence filled the house as I crept through its sleek interior. Would I find Ashley in her husband's arms, making up for all the time he'd ignored her?

The thought filled me with anger. Anger that I had no right to feel.

I'd tracked her down. Stalked her to her home. Taken her.

It's not like making her come was a magical spell which would make her choose me.

I had to hear it from her.

I found them both fast asleep in their bed.

Their . A duo.

But they didn't cling to one another like a newly reunited couple who had fallen into each other's arms and started a whole new happy fucking chapter.

The space between them was a chasm. Their bodies turned from each other. I rolled my eyes at his pyjama set. He looked like his mom had dressed him.

My pet.

Being in the same room as her set me alight. I crossed the room in a few quiet steps, withdrawing the syringe I had in my pocket and unsheathing it.

I pressed the end until a tiny bubble of liquid seeped from the metal tip.

Her skin was so soft beneath my touch as I grazed a finger over her arm, an oversized T-shirt all that covered her.

Leaning over, I pricked the needle into a patch of skin, watching as the drugs moved from the vial into the flesh.

It barely caused a flinch.

Placing the syringe onto the bedside table, I swept my lips over Ashley's.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she gasped, looking all sleepy and fucking adorable. I pressed a hand over her mouth and smiled. With her red curls tumbled all around her head, she looked like some forest sprite.

‘Pet,' I said. ‘I needed to see you.'

‘Jerry,' she squeaked against my fingers.

‘He won't wake for a while.'

Her eyes moved to the needle beside us before widening. ‘You drugged him?'

‘Yes. It was driving me crazy, not knowing if you were staying with him. If I'd ever see you again.'

‘We barely know each other,' she whispered, glancing at her husband's comatose form beside us.

‘But I want to know you. I want to know everything about you. You're all I've thought about since the second you put that picture on my site. You're consuming my every moment, waking and asleep.' Ashley's face softened, and I slid my hand to her jaw, cupping it. ‘Come with me.'

‘I can't. I'm going to leave him, but I can't leave one cage to fly into another. I need to be free first. To find out who I am before I could let myself fall for you.' Her eyes grew damp as she spot, and I nodded. It's not the answer I wanted, but if it's what she needed, I'd give it to her.

After tonight.

‘Are you going to be a good girl for me?' I asked her, pressing one hand between her thighs. Her eyebrows almost hit her hairline as I caressed her.

‘Jerry,' she gasped, her eyes darting to him.

‘I'm going to claim you right beside him. You may be his wife, but you are my pet. My little love.' I twisted my fingers into her cunt, smiling as her eyes rolled back. ‘He doesn't deserve you. One last night, my sweet one, and then I'll leave you. I won't contact you. I won't touch you. I won't seek you out until you come to me. Even though it'll kill me until I have you right here again.'

A smile turned her lip, and she threaded her fingers into my hair, pulling my lips to hers.

‘One night,' she murmured, kissing me with all the heat I longed for. Desperate little licks of her hot tongue, claiming with as much fervour as I claimed her.

I slid myself in between her legs, unbuckling myself and slipping my cock into her at a glacial pace. Tremors quaked her body, her nails pressing into my ass cheeks and pulling me closer.

‘Such a needy thing,' I groaned. ‘So little patience.'

‘Give me your cock,' she demanded.

‘Gladly.' I sank fully into her, delighting in the moan she tried to stifle.

Rocking my hips, every textured inch of her cunt grazed the head of my dick/ I revelled in her perfection.

‘Don't stifle your moans. He won't wake, but I want him to dream about this. To dream about you screaming my name.' I kissed her roughly before moving to capture one pert nipple, biting it harshly.

Our bodies slid against each other, hands and lips clinging to one another as though it would heal us both. Her sweet cries filled me with life, filled the her-shaped hole inside of me, even if only temporarily.

Her moans escaped into the night, echoing around her bedroom as I fucked her until she came, one leg draped over her husband's snoring chest, our bodies jutting against him.

I swallowed her kisses as she juddered beneath me, needing to take every last second of connection she'd give me.

Because saying goodbye would be hard.

But leaving her alone would pain me every minute of every day.

‘Hold me,' she whispered into my neck.

Snuggling in behind her, I breathed in her scent, trying to capture the moment in my head. Her silken curls tickled at my face, her quick panting breaths where her back pressed against my chest. Jerry's soft snores. Her pussy slick with both of our juices, still gripping me. The scent of lemons and salty sweat emanated from her hair.

I reached into my jeans pocket. They still hung around my ankles, tangled on my boots. Taking out my phone, I held it above us.

‘Smile, Pet, I want to capture this.'

The image was filthy, her husband beside us, her legs akimbo, with me still inside her. Half-lidded eyes filled with sated lust, mussed hair and kiss-swollen lips.

Perfection .