Page 6 of Felix

Chapter Five

Felix Greyson

The rush of adrenaline surges through me as I hurry back to my house, my dick throbbing from that intoxicating taste of Aurora’s skin. Just three fucking minutes with her, and I’m ready to explode.

“Goddamn,” I mutter under my breath, gripping the steering wheel tighter. She consumes my thoughts—owning and making her mine every goddamn hour of the day.

“Hey, Felix!” yells my neighbour, Frank, as I exit the car. He gives an annoying wave and a smirk that makes me want to punch his smug face.

“Fuck off, Frank,” I growl out, slamming the car door shut and stomping towards my front door. I fumble with the keys, cursing each second that passes. Finally, the lock clicks open, and I storm inside.

With a sigh of sweet relief, I strip down and let my clothes fall to the floor. My body is tense, my muscles aching from the anticipation of release. The images of Aurora’s face flood my mind—her lips parted in pleasure and her haircascading around her face. Water droplets splatter across my skin as I turn on the shower, eager to wash away the tension and indulge in my desires. My hand wraps around my hard dick, pulsing with need, and I pump it five times before waves of pleasure overtake me. “Christ,” I pant, slicking back my black hair with one hand while wiping sweat from my forehead with the other. “What has she done to me?” Another surge of pleasure courses through me as I lean against the shower’s cool tiles, my thoughts consumed by the woman who has captured my every desire.

All I know is that I need her. Now. No more games. She will be mine, and I’ll make damn sure every part of her knows it.

Jumping out of the shower, I grab a fresh black suit and get dressed.

Fuck, I need to know more about her, pacing the room in agitation. My heart pounds hard, and it’s like my entire body is on fire.

I grab my phone and shoot off a text to Angel, my eyes narrowed in determination.

Felix:Hey, I need a full detailed check on a woman named Aurora Henry.

Angel:Will have it in ten.

Angel textsback without skipping a beat.

I toss my phone onto the couch and stride over to the window. The city below looks like a goddamn ant colony, crawling with life I couldn’t care less about.

Ten minutes later, my phone buzzes with an incoming email from Angel. I snatch it up, practically tearing the screen open with my eagerness. My eyes scan the information before me—Aurora Henry, twenty-nine years old, born in Wollongong, lived in Paddington from age ten, moved to the Gold Coast, Queensland, ten years ago, and hasn’t left since. She’s a fucking author of dark romance, writing about twisted people who crawl through Sydney’s underbelly.

Is she writing from experience? I smirk at the thought. No matter what, I want to get my hands on those books. I open the web browser and type in her name to pull up her website. Scrolling through her selection of books, I add each one to my digital cart. Making sure to select express delivery, I eagerly click on the checkout button. Her books will soon be on their way to me.

I lean against the wall, my mind racing with possibilities. Aurora is everything I crave—dark, mysterious, and her eyes hold a haunting quality. A perfect match for someone like me. And soon enough, she’ll know it too.

Angel:Felix, check these attachments.

Angel’s textpops up on my screen. I tap the icon, and a series of newspaper clippings fill my vision. The headlines scream about a closed-to-the-public case involving a young womankidnapped and held for three fucking weeks by three masked men. No names or photos were given to the public, but the time frame matches when Aurora left Sydney.

Could it be her? I scrutinise the articles as if they hold the key to the universe. I can feel my heart beating, the anticipation growing with each passing second. This woman is an enigma, and I’m dying to unlock her secrets.

I shoot a message back to Angel. “Keep digging. There’s more to her than meets the eye.”

“Will do,” comes the reply.

Satisfied, I pocket my phone. In just a few days, I’ll fly to the Gold Coast and collect what’s mine. She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s already mine. And I plan to make that very fucking clear.

“Get ready, darling,” I growl under my breath, my eyes narrowing with determination. “You’re about to become a part of my world whether you like it or not.”

As I prowl through my dimly lit apartment, the bustling noise of the city outside slowly fades into white noise. As I prepare for my task tonight, my heart races with excitement and purpose, the flickering flame of determination coursing through my veins like wildfire. The sooner I’m done with this fucking paedophile, the sooner I can see my darling again.

I grab my knife, slip it into its sheath, climb into my car, and drive off, heading to Maxwell’s apartment building. The streets are slick from the earlier rain, reflecting the city lights in a twisted dance. My grip on the steering wheel tightens. Soon, this piece of shit will be gone for good.

Finally, I arrive. I park nearby and stride into the building like I own the fucking place. Nobody glances at me as I makemy way to the lift. The doors close, and I ride silently up to his floor.

I knock on the door, my heart pounding in anticipation. When John Maxwell opens it, he barely has time to register my presence before I shove the door wide open, walking in and closing it behind me.

“Wh-what do you want?” he stammers, backing away from me.

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