Page 93 of Darkness of Mine
“We’ll get him, Freya.”
“I don’t understand. How did he know we were tracking his bank card?”
River runs a hand through his dark hair, the strands shining in the light. “Maybe Jeremiah’s more protective of him than we thought.”
My body is numb. I wet my lips, the cold night air against them the only feeling I can sense. “He’s going to come for you.”
River’s hand tangles in mine. “Let him.”
“We’ll be ready,” Eli says.
My eyes flick over to him and I jerk my head in a nod, but it feels like a lie.
Zach’s been one step ahead of us this whole time. Fear for the guys trembles through me. I won’t run again, whatever iscoming we’ll face it together, but we’ve underestimated Zach, and I really don’t know what happens next.
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OZ
Iwatch yet another video on my phone of a teenager skating. Her back wheel gets caught on the rail and she falls off, slamming onto the concrete. The person filming laughs and zooms in but the girl holds up her hand. “Dude, lay off. I don’t want my ass all over the internet.”
I drag my finger across the screen, trying not to feel like a pervert spying on kids. I scan the background of the video and spot the guy the police picked up at the gas station earlier, but just like the other dozen videos I’ve watched, there’s no sign of Zach.
To be honest, there are so many posts from the skatepark today that I’m seriously surprised Zach managed to avoid being caught on film. I thought it was easy for me to spy on people’s lives before, then social media snowballed and the amount of information I can access now makes me kind of sick.
Movement on the screen of my tablet has me shifting my gaze and I groan as Freya walks into her bedroom in nothing but a towel. I don’t know whether she’s figured out yet that we have cameras in her room, but the woman’s been teasing me all evening.
I give up on looking for Zach. I’ve watched every video from the skatepark twice over. I’m not going to find anything new, and I realize it’s not too late to make this evening special for Freya. It’s still her birthday for another hour, after all. Eli and River are stuck down at the police station and Jude is getting some much needed rest but seeing Freya in nothing but a towel has given me ideas.
The irony of me feeling guilty for watching videos of people skating while at the same time I’m quite literally spying on Freya doesn’t escape me. Maybe I should feel bad about it but I know I’d only ever cross this line when it comes to Freya. She’s ours, so I get to watch her. And the thrill of it makes my cock harden.
I used to love hacking, used to get a buzz every time I accessed something I wasn’t supposed to. Watching Freya sway across her room, the towel teasing her thighs and her shoulders bare, reminds me why I fell in love with technology in the first place.
I open Freya’s contact on my phone and send her a message.
Oz: Drop the towel.
I watch on the screen as Freya picks up her phone off the bedside table and reads the message. She spins around, her gaze tracing the corners of the room. She won’t be able to see the camera but either luck or instinct has her staring right at me.
She walks to the middle of the room and ever so slowly lets the towel fall.
A shudder runs through me and I press the heel of my hand against my dick before gripping myself under my pants.
Oz: On the bed. Spread your legs for me, Mo Leannan.
Freya’s gaze dips to her phone. She bites her lower lip and peers up at the camera. Then the temptresscrawlsacross the bed, giving me a perfect view of her ass before rolling onto her back.
She spreads her knees wide, and I groan again. I desperately want to be there, to see how she glistens up close, but I’m not quite done watching her.
Oz: Hold yourself open. Let me see that pussy of mine.
Freya’s eyes widen as she reads my message but she puts the phone down and lowers her fingers to her cunt.
I can see her arousal through the screen, her puffy pink lips, the damp curls.
She’s going to need her hands for what I have planned so I press call.
Freya answers quickly then puts her hand back in position.
