Page 11 of Darkness Tempt Me
My heart flutters with fear and excitement. I never strip in front of the glass door like this. In fact, I have blackout curtains because I’m paranoid as fuck. But there’s something naughty and exhilarating in knowing that I’m doing this for my boss.
Fuck, I blame him for flirting with me. Seriously, what’s gotten into him?
Mavik: I said, show me more.
The image of Mavik standing just outside my door comes to mind. I imagine him watching me, so overcome with lust that he unzips his pants and fishes out his thick cock.
I’m so damn hard that my tiny panties can’t contain my erection. The hard tip of my cock is sticking out of them, leaking precum. My fingertips lightly trace my length. I’m so fucking sensitive, my knees buckle, and I almost collapse to the floor. “Oh, fuck,” I whisper, regaining my composure. How the hell am I this turned on? I play with my tip. “Mavik,” I moan, slowly spinning around and bending over seductively as I peel my panties down. They drop to my ankles. I lift my right foot and step out of them before bending over again and spreading my cheeks.
I turn back around and sit on my sofa, placing my feet on the cushions and spreading my legs. I pretend Mavik is out there stroking his thick cock as I show him my hole. The phone next to me is silent. I haven’t replied to Mavik’s text, and he hasn’t sent me another one. I glance at the glass door and blush harder when all I see is my needy, desperate reflection.
Fuck. Is that really me? I look wild and sexy, and call me crazy, but I still feel like someone is out there. Watching. The idea of Mavik watching me should scare me, but it only stokes the fire, calling to the darkest parts of my soul. I begin stroking my cock. Slow at first, but it doesn’t take me long until I’m a whimpering, trembling mess. I pick up my speed as the pleasure builds. Despite how turned on I am, I feel like something is missing. I feel so empty and wish I’d brought my dildo out to play. Closing my eyes, I stroke my cock desperately. I was never any good at fingering myself, so instead, I just pretend Mavik is already inside of me, stretching me, making me burn so good while his thick fingers wrap around my length. He jerks me off in time to his erratic thrusts.
Something is still missing. I need something… more. But Mavik knows what I need: his gorgeous, thick hand wrapped around my throat. I use my free hand to wrap my fingers around the front of my neck and squeeze.
“Oh fuck, Mavik,” I call out desperately. I swear, those eyes from outside are still on me. Mavik’s words replay in my head to the sound of his deep voice. ‘What would you do if I told you I was watching you? Following every little movement you make?’I thrust my leaking cock against my hand, pumping my hips while I hold my breath and cut off my own air.So close. I’m so fucking close.
“Mavik, I’m going to come,” I shout.Can he hear me? Does he see how horny I am for him?
His imaginary voice whispers in my ear. “That’s it, boy. Come for Daddy.”
“Yes, Mavik, yes!” I scream, letting go of my throat right at the exact moment I climax. The lack of oxygen causes me to orgasm hard as thick white ropes of cum coat my stomach, my chest, and my neck. I suck in a deep breath, my chest rising and falling. Desire, satisfaction, and happiness flood me like a hit of dopamine and oxytocin.
Peeling my eyes open, my gaze is instantly drawn to the glass door. I spot my reflection first, but then something about it seems strange. My eyes focus on the white blur just above my head, and my whole body seizes up in fear.
Scrambling off the sofa, I stare, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm in my chest.
There’s a man in a skull mask standing on the other side of the glass, staring at me. My eyes drop to the wooden bar against my sliding door, the only real barricade between me and this stranger. There’s no way the man can get in, not unless he breaks the glass. Grabbing my phone, I run forward and flip on my patio light. I’m going to take a photo of this motherfucker.
But when the light floods my patio, I realize no one is there. My outdoor furniture and even the bushes behind the railing look undisturbed. I blink, staring hard outside with my camera app ready to photograph, but nothing happens.
No one is out there. It was just my imagination. My gaze trails down to my phone, and the last message exchanged between Mavik and me was the one where he demanded I show him more. A shiver runs down my spine.There’s no way it was actually him, right?
Just as I’m about to shut off the light and close my curtains, something draws my eyes to the center of the patio table.
A blooming white gardenia covered in what looks like splattered drops of blood.
Chapter seven
Mavik
My heart pounds erratically as I press myself against the apartment building, making sure to stay hidden in the shadows. That was too damn close. The patio light flickers on, and I press myself harder against the stucco wall, the sharp surface digging into my back. The extra flare of pain only adds to my arousal. I’ve never been this damn hard in my entire life. Fuck me, my assistant is absolutely crazy. He was totally getting off on the idea of my watching him. The way he looked wearing that pretty scrap of material before he peeled it off. The concentration in his blue eyes as he stared at the glass door, and stroked himself… the way he screamed my name.
Goddamn.
There’s no fucking way I’ll be able to scrub that image of my assistant pleasuring himself for me out of my mind. Unable to fight the fire burning in my blood, I yank out my cock with a growl and close my eyes. I stroke myself furiously, almostangrily, to the images of my dirty little assistant.Hefucking did this to me. Turned me into a desperate mess.
I haven’t forgotten the way I’ve made minuscule mistakes around him or the way he’s distracted me. This is why I never crossed that imaginary line we’ve been toeing for years. Never flirted with my assistant or gave in to those pleading eyes and bratty remarks. I never let anyone this close to me. Because deep down, I know it would be so easy to give up everything for Peyton. There’s something about him that calls to me on a cellular level. I want to cherish him, take care of him, and keep him safe. And that dark side of me wants to lock him up in my house, chain him to my bed, and own his body, heart, and soul.
But I can’t. I’m so fucking close to my goal. I only have three people left on my kill list.
Revenge always comes first.
I can’t afford to make errors or entertain frivolous thoughts of a life with this beautiful man.
Still. I can’t get the image of him falling apart with his own hand squeezing his throat and his back arching off the sofa out of my head. I want him so damn badly. I want to replace his fingers with my own and mark all that creamy skin so everyone knows he’s mine.
Suddenly, the sound of the latch on his patio door clicks, and it slowly slides open. I freeze, hard cock still in hand, and excitement racing through my veins.He’s insane…and I fucking love it.My pretty little light likes to tempt darkness. There’s no way someone in their right frame of mind would be opening their door after seeing a masked figure watching them.
