With a savage grunt, I hit the punching bag so hard my knuckles almost broke.
The sharp pain did nothing to lessen my desire.
Sighing with annoyance, I wiped the sweat from my forehead and headed into the bathroom attached to the gym. There was only one way to stop this.
I turned the shower on full blast and stepped inside, pressing one hand against the tiled wall to steady myself. My other hand moved between my legs, and my breath burst from my lungs in heaving grunts as I began to stroke myself. I closed my eyes, picturing Laney’s mouth wrapped around my cock, sucking and licking me like I so desperately craved. Everything about that girl screamed danger and darkness, but I couldn’t stop.
It wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair. How could such a cruel bitch make my body react like this? Why did she have to be so fucking beautiful?
You know you want this,she told me in my mind, stunning face turning up to gaze at me. You can’t stop it. If you could, why are you so hard right now? Why are you thinking about me?
“Fuck!” I ground out, jerking myself harder as sparks of sensation zapped through me.
This was dangerous. I was slipping fast, losing my grip on reality, all because Laney’s perfect exterior hid her monstrous nature so well. My desire for her had taken root like a poisonous plant, and it was growing every day, creeping through my system, dark vines winding around my guts, my lungs, my brain.
I had to stop. Now.
I tried to trick my mind by picturing last night again, pretending to be happy when I saw Laney’s panic-stricken gaze resting on my face. I even forced a smile as I imagined her running off the stage, tears splashing down her face.
I came with a shudder, spurting into the drain. Then I hit the wall with a frustrated groan. It didn’t work. My craving for Laney hadn’t dried up with the climax, and now I felt guiltier and emptier than ever before.
Last night was supposed to be a win for me, but I didn’t feel triumphant at all.
In fact, I felt like I’d already lost.