Chapter 19

Rage bubbles through my veins, burning my blood until it reaches the boiling point.

He touched what’s mine.

While there’s nothing I want more than to wipe him from this earth, I can’t. He’s too high profile. Unlike the teacher, people will notice if he goes missing.

Shame. He gets to live. For now.

If he hurts her though, all bets are off.

I don’t want to see my Cora hurt by anyone. Except me, obviously. But I’m almost hoping he does hurt her, just so this pent-up rage has an outlet.

I don’t bother with the spare key, instead climbing the tree in their pathetic excuse for a backyard and sliding Cora’s window open. She doesn’t even realize that the lock is broken. Silly girl.

Once I’m inside, I can hear her in the shower. I don’t have long, I have to act quickly.

Crossing to her bedside table, I spy her glass of water. Such a thirsty girl. She never goes to bed without a drink, and I plan to start using that to my advantage. I want to play with Cora tonight. To teach her a lesson for letting someone else touch what’s mine.

But it’s one of the rare instances where her mom is actually home. Which means I need to be careful. I can’t have Cora’s screams and tears tonight, but that doesn’t mean I’ll let it stop me from playing.

Reaching into the pocket of my jeans, I pull out the small plastic bag and open it. Carefully, I tip the crushed up tablet into her drink, grabbing the pen from the top of her journal to stir the mixture until it dissolves. The temptation to take her journal and read it is strong, but I know if she comes out of the shower and finds it missing, it’ll raise suspicion.

There’ll be time to read it later.

Hearing the water shut off, I slip into Cora’s small, cramped closet and wait. I leave the door open a crack, so that I can watch my good girl, and sure enough she doesn’t disappoint.

Entering her room in just a towel, she crosses to her bed and sits on the edge, reaching for the lotion on her bedside. It’s a cheap, unscented drugstore brand, but I don’t give a fuck. I prefer it. I’m glad in fact. She smells heavenly, naturally. It’s probably what made the teacher so damn obsessed with her in the first place. She doesn’t need cheap perfumes masking her scent.

I watch as she carefully rubs lotion into her legs and arms, her stomach and shoulders. She avoids touching her chest and it makes me smirk. Such a good girl. Her stepfather - fucking scum that he is - did at least teach her well.

Pleasure of the flesh is a sin.

Touching yourself is a sin.

Dirty thoughts are a sin.

Sin, sin, sin, sin, sin.

Ironic, given how sinful his intentions toward her were.

Thankfully, he’s not in her life anymore, and Cora’s now mine. Mine to corrupt and defile. My little darkness.

Done with the lotion, she wraps the towel around her and reaches for her drink, downing the whole thing. Good girl. I smile. She grabs clean pajamas, takes the empty glass to the bathroom, and returns, dressed for bed, with it refilled.

Yawning, she climbs into bed and flicks off the lamp, forgoing writing in her journal tonight.

I sit and wait.

It doesn’t take long for her breathing to become deep and even. She’s under, and a horde of wild buffalo running through her room wouldn’t wake her right now.

Perfect.

Exiting the closet, I cross over to the bed and look down at my girl. She looks like such an angel when she’s asleep. One I want to see fall. No, one I want to drag down to the depths of Hell with me. I want to cut her wings so she can never fly or flee from me.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, it dips beneath my weight. What I wouldn’t give to fuck her down into the mattress. Not tonight though. I want her fully awake when that happens. I plan to make her scream and - hopefully - cry. I’ll definitely have to put her mom down for some double shifts at the hospital; I know when I finally get to have her, one night won’t be enough.

I reach for Cora’s journal, amused that she still writes in one. I thought girls outgrew this shit, but no. Flicking through the pages, I can see the journal is almost full. The name Victor catches my eye so many times, and my rage bubbles up once more.

Every time I see his name, I tear the page from her journal and shred it. I don’t give a fuck if she knows I was here. I want her to know. I want her to see and understand how angry she’s made me. How dare she write about him. Fantasize about him. Still long for him when I saved her. I thought I’d done enough to show her the monster she managed to escape, but here she is, still talking about him only a few short days back.

My plans for tonight go out the window. I wanted to play with Cora, film it, so she could see how much she craves me even in slumber. Now I’m angry. She doesn’t deserve the gift of my fingers making her feel good. Doesn’t deserve to have my tongue tenderly erase the touch of that asshole.

No. Now she gets my rage.

Taking my dick from my pants, I fist it angrily and begin to jerk it hard. Fuck, Cora. You are supposed to be mine. My good girl. Why are you still hung up on that asshole? I seethe. Why aren’t I enough?

Getting to my feet, I tower over Cora’s sleeping form, reaching out with my thumb to part those beautiful pouty lips of hers. With my other hand, I’m still furiously fisting my cock, ready to paint Cora with my cum. I’m going to make sure that mine is the only name on her lips, in her journal, her fantasies… I’m going to consume her every waking thought, just like she consumes mine.

With an angry grunt, I find bliss in my release, getting an extra kick of satisfaction at defiling the pure angel sleeping below me. Ribbons of my hot cum cover her face and lips, and I rub my thumb over my sticky slit before sliding it onto her tongue. Good girl that she is wraps her lips around my thumb and sucks, letting out a satisfied little sigh.

“That’s it, little darkness. Take me. Feed on my essence like a dirty little whore. Get used to my taste, baby, soon you’ll crave it more than life itself.”