Page 89 of Undisputed Chaos
I watched the camera feed as her phone lit up on the nightstand. She froze mid-lotion application, glancing at it with confusion.
My dick twitched in my hand as she reached for it, still gloriously naked, her expression shifting to wariness as she read my text.
Isla
Who is this?
I grinned, rolling onto my back, the knife balanced on my chest as I typed, my other hand still working my cock through the lace of her stolen panties.
Unknown
An admirer. You're beautiful when you sleep.
On screen, I watched her wrap the towel around herself again, blue eyes darting toward the window, the door.
Her fingers flew across her screen, and I could practically taste her fear through the pixels.
Isla
Stop texting me or I'm calling the police. This isn't funny.
Unknown
But I just want to keep you safe. Like I did at the club. Like I did in the car.
Remember the car, angel? Remember how pretty you looked taking my knife?
I could pinpoint the exact moment she realized it was me.
Her entire body relaxed, tension melting away as her hand went instinctively to her throat where my ribbon should have been.
The sight of her relief, the knowledge that she trusted me even through terror, made my cock throb harder in my grip.
Isla
Adrian?
Adrian
Give the pretty girl a prize.
I increased my pace, the panties slick with pre-cum, the fabric clinging to my skin as I stroked faster.
The combination of texting her while watching her and touching myself with her stolen underwear was pushing me toward the edge faster than I'd expected.
Isla
You scared me!
Adrian
Only a little. And you liked it.
My breath came in short grunts now, my hips lifting off the couch to meet each stroke of my hand.
On screen, Isla sat on her bed, a smile spreading across her face as she texted me back, completely unaware that I was getting off to the sight of her, to the scent of her, to the power I held over her.
Isla
