Page 147 of They Are Mine

Her knees sore from kneeling.

Her voice wrecked from begging.

She doesn’t know that’s where this is heading yet.

Not really.

She thinks she does.

Thinks she’s playing a game.

But cute little things like her, they don’t have a clue what men like me are.

I swipe my keycard, the gate sliding open, granting her entrance.

She follows.

Of course, she does.

The metal creaks closed behind her, locking her inside.

Sealing her decision.

I park.

She pulls in beside me.

I sit in the car for just a second, watching.

And fuck me.

She shifts, one leg sliding out of the car first, and her skirt rides up.

A whisper of pale thigh. Then, pink satin bows.

My cock twitches.

Because that means she knew.

That means she planned this.

That’s adorable.

I’m going to eat her alive.

She stands, smooths down the fabric, like she didn’t just show me something filthy.

Like she doesn’t realize that the second I get her inside, I’m pushing that skirt up to her waist and ruining her. I want to tear those stockings off with my teeth.

She’s quiet as she follows me up the stairs, but she’s watching me.

Not nervous. Not uncertain.

Curious.

Like she wants to pick me apart. Figure me out. Slip inside my mind and see what makes me tick.

That’s cute.

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