Page 117 of Monster

I got off my bike and walked into the silent house. Lucy had left early today, something about date night with Colt. I didn’t ask for details, but she’d probably cooked something before she left.

It also meant Emmy and I were alone in this house.

I walked in, and when I didn’t find her downstairs, I moved upstairs. She was sitting in my room, in her usual place in the recliner, reading a book.

I must have made a noise because she looked up at me.

“You’re home,” she said.

I didn’t say anything.

She was wearing one of those things I was sure was called a romper. It was short on her and showed off shapely legs that had me imagining her wrapping them around me while I drove mercilessly inside her.

I shifted a little from the thought.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

She was probably still sore from this morning. Even if I wasn’t a good man, I should probably be considerate of the girl I owned, shouldn’t I?

Let her heal a little.

“You look exhausted,” she added.

I nodded, then walked away.

I came down to my home office where I used to run some of my more legitimate businesses and fired up a desktop. Perhaps it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to try to work off this hard-on.

I probably shouldn’t have come home, but things felt easier with her nearby.

It was easier to breathe.

I clicked and opened my email just as movement caught my attention in the doorway.

“Go away, Emmy,” I said without looking over at her.

The little innocent wildcat didn’t heed my warning. She walked further into the room.

“Why are you like this?” she asked, coming into my line of sight. She was frowning at me.

I let one eyebrow raise from the surly note in her voice.

“You should leave because I am holding onto my self-control by a fucking thread. Unless you want to find out what happens when you provoke the monster, I suggest you go back to reading your book.”

She took half a step back, and I thought she finally understood the warning, but then she stood her ground and crossed her arms over her small but perky tits.

Stubborn woman.

I could feel my cock twitching at the thought of ripping that romper away from her body and making her go around the house naked for the rest of the night.

Fuck.

The words on the screen blurred.

She took one step toward me. I subtly tracked her movement. I estimated her about six small steps away before she would be within my reach.

“I don’t want to read. I’ve been reading all day, and I’m bored,” she said, a scowl on her face. I was sure she meant for it to look mean.

She just looked like a pissed-off kitten to me.

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