My mouth curves in a sedate, predatory smile.
It’s time I tested my theory. I have to be strategic and pick at her piece by piece, just as I have when I used to hate her. I’ll make her see her place is by my side.
When I grab the handle, my smile stretches. The door isn’t locked.
Oh, you naughty little hellcat. You want to get caught? The monster is coming for you.
Turning the handle with stealthy care, I crack the door and peer inside. The glass-walled shower is partially fogged from the steam and speckled in water droplets. My mouth goes dry at the sight of Blair.
Her head is arched back, putting that tempting neck on display. I lick my lips, wanting to clamp my teeth over her pulse point. Mark her fucking mine.
“Ah…” Blair’s breath catches as she tweaks a pert nipple with one hand and slides the other between her legs. Her hips rock in slow rolls, moving against her hand as she takes her pleasure.
My cock goes rock hard and a lust-drenched growl threatens to tear from my throat. I keep quiet, pressing the heel of my hand against my throbbing dick.
The monster inside roars, clawing to be unleashed. To dominate. To devour.
Blair’s lips part on a breathy moan. Fuck, I want her. I don’t care if I’m a creep, watching her in secret. She’s mine to watch.
I’ve fought the pull to own every inch of her for too long. The obsession is no longer something poisoning my actions. No, it’s taken over.
The only thing I want is Blair. Her pouty lips made to wrap around my cock and kiss until they’re swollen. Her tight little ass. Her stubborn attitude. Every inch.
All of her.
Blair is mine and I’ll have her. No one else will ever get these sounds, see her perfect body, have the thrill of her fighting until she submits.
I throw the door open and stalk up to the shower. Blair gasps when I yank on the glass door. Warm water splatters the front of my clothes.
“What the fuck, dude?” Blair’s voice is husky and hoarse. She covers her body, cupping between her legs and wrapping an arm over her tits. “I’m showering, here.”
“Too late, angel. I’ve already seen. Drop those arms.” My gaze drags down her body and my dick twitches. “Now.”
Blair’s freckled cheeks are pink from the hot shower, but they flush more, color flooding her face. She puckers her lips and tightens her arms.
“Fuck off.”
Blair’s fight is false. It’s clear in the way her pupils expand, black desire taking over her eyes. She was already turned on from touching herself. This is heightening the arousal.
This is as much of a rush for her as it is for me. Maybe it’s why I’m so obsessed with her. This dance between us is a tango from beginning to end, a seduction from fight to fucking.
At the thought of fucking her, a hot pulse tugs at my cock.
Yes.
I keep her pinned in a hard, dominant gaze, silently demanding she do as I say. It’s our rule. That’s how this works.
“Do it. Show me those tits you were teasing and that pussy you were touching.”
A small, strangled cry escapes Blair.
After another minute of chewing on her lip, she lowers her arms to her sides. Her fists ball and she trembles, the tight peaked nipples begging for my teeth and tongue. She’s a gorgeous, enticing siren.
I take my time gazing at every naked inch of her, enjoying the subtle shifts as she tries to stay still. The muscles in her thighs flex as Blair rubs them together.
I smirk. “Good girl.”
Blair darts her eyes down, smoky lashes fluttering.