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Like that would do me any good.

Violet rolls onto her back, and I realize she’s still awake. Her eyes blink up at the ceiling like she’s looking for me in the cracks. Too bad she won’t find me. The cameras are small, and the ceiling is too high for her to reach them.

Even then, she won’t try.

She thinks she hates me for watching her, but as she pulls her puffy lower lip between her teeth, we both know she’s desperate for my attention.

“Don’t worry, kitten. You have it.”

Violet isn’t escaping me now that I have her.

I watch the feed—watch her—wiggling around under the covers because she’s restless.

I’m tempted to drive over there and fuck the nerves from those twitchy fingers and toes. She’d let me, even ifshe fought it at first. Just like the night on the side of the road.

She only hates me long enough for her cunt to drip and her pretty mouth to beg.

Then she hates herself for loving what I do to her.

Soon.

I’ll paint her sheets with her virgin blood once she’s desperate enough.

She’s not ready for us yet, but she will be. I’ll make sure of it.

Violet tosses the blanket off in frustration, and I get a good look at her perfect bare legs. She’s wearing a tiny T-shirt and underwear. Both are black, like her hair. And she’s the star in the center of her room, burning my body from the inside out at one glance.

Her knees wiggle.

Her fingers twitch.

I wonder if she’s thinking about one of her favorite scary movies. Or the first conversation we had on the Dark Desires app.

Fear makes her wet, and if I had to guess from how she’s gnawing her lip, she’d soak my cock if I sank into her right now.

Her eyes watch the ceiling as she bends her legs and her knees tip back and forth.

Back and forth.

She’s a pendulum, begging me to come out and play because she knows I’m watching.

“What are you going to do, kitten?”

She pauses. Not blinking as she stares me in the eyes without realizing it. And I watch as she drags her feet slowly down the bed again until she’s lying flat on her back, watching the ceiling.

Her eyes don’t leave me as she moves her hand down her side to her hip. Slowly, her fingers skim the band of her underwear, teasing the line that has my blood boiling. She slips beneath the fabric, and if I were there, I’d tear it aside with my teeth so I could watch her sink into her heat.

But I’m not, and imagining it is almost as thrilling as knowing just what she’s doing with that hand.

She knows I’m watching.

She must.

She wants to toy with me, not realizing what she’s bringing upon herself.

Reaching down, I unzip my pants and pull my cock out, wrapping my hand around the base and slowly stroking with the pace of Violet’s movements.

Her lips part, and I imagine thrusting myself to the back of her throat. Painting her face with my cum and then shoving it in her mouth.

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