Chapter 35

Foolish girl. She thinks just because I haven’t visited her since that night that I’m gone? I’ve visited her plenty - she just doesn’t know it.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Silly girl.

Doesn’t she know she’s mine?

Did I not make myself clear?

How could she have forgotten so easily?

Earlier I watched her from across the room, my fists clenched in frustration as she laughed at some other man’s joke, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She was supposed to be mine, yet there she was, flirting shamelessly with every guy who crossed her path.

The jealousy burned inside me like a wildfire, consuming every rational thought, until I couldn”t take it anymore.

Every single guy, bar one, wanted her number tonight, and the only saving grace was that she didn’t seem to reciprocate their interest.

But that didn’t stop her from flirting though. Which is why I decided it was high time I paid sweet little Cora a visit to remind her who she really belongs to.

Not right now. But soon.

I watch through the window of her dorm room from the fire escape stairs right outside. She never closes the curtains, never locks the window, and tonight is no exception.

She surprises me by stripping naked, her pale creamy flesh looking flawless in the moonlight, and I have to stop myself from barging into her room and making my presence known.

She slips into bed naked, a first I think, and closes her eyes.

Within moments, it becomes clear that sweet little Cora is touching herself. Exploring her body like a clueless Girl Scout trying orienteering for the first time. She has a compass and a map, but no clue how to navigate from A to B. It’s almost funny.

Still, I find myself captivated by the innocent way she attempts to chase her release. I can’t help but watch as she explores herself, her fingers sliding down her body, tracing the lines and curves. It’s a sight to behold, a vision of untamed desire and innocence all at once. I think about stepping in, about taking her hand and showing her the right way to pleasure herself, but the thought of touching her tonight makes me pause.

As I observe her, I remember the nights we shared. The night I first touched her, traced the lines of her body with my fingers, whispered dirty words into her ear, and tasted her desire on her lips. She was so responsive, her body moving against mine, her lips parting for me as I explored her, even as she trembled in terror.

She grows frustrated, and my pleasure increases, a smug smile of satisfaction stretching across my face under the mask. Poor little Cora can’t get herself off, because she belongs to me.

I watch through the window as she struggles, her body tense and writhing. It’s like watching an animal caught in a trap, unable to break free. She’s so close, so very close, but just when she seems on the brink of release, her mind snaps back to reality and she loses it.

If I’d been paying her regular visits, she wouldn’t have that problem. She’d have no trouble getting off on the darkness and violence I’ve been feeding her.

Something shifts, a change coming over her face as she bites down on her lip and picks up the tempo. Her hand is moving frantically under the sheet now, and her breathing pattern has changed. In amazement, I watch as her other hand comes up to her neck and wraps around her throat, squeezing.

That’s it, Cora. Be a good girl and think of me.

She cries out, finally reaching her peak.

The sight of her, back arched, body trembling, and legs shaking, almost undoes me. It’s such a beautiful sight, I can’t force myself to look away from it.

She may not see me, may not know I watch over her, but she must be able to sense me. My presence was enough to make her come undone, and that thought sends a wave of desire coursing through me.

As soon as she stops moving, she crashes down from the high, tears sliding down her cheeks as she begins to sob as shame washes over her.

A smile ghosts across my lips as I slip down the stairs and away into the night.

Poor Cora. Always trying so hard to be good, she’s forgotten how good it feels to be bad.

But it’s okay. I’m here to remind her who she really is.

Soon.

First, I have a date with one of her would-be suitors. Doubt he’ll be as lucky as the last guy who showed an interest in her.