Page 29 of Trick or Threat
My need for vengeance is taking over my common sense.
I’m thinking with my dick rather than my head.
And some of them would be right. I was so close to her pussy the other night. It wouldn’t have taken but a moment. The feel of her orgasming around my fingers was almost my undoing. But I kept my head and hightailed it out of there before I was caught.
The taste of her on my tongue when I licked my fingers clean was the clincher, though. Cause now I know I need to taste more. So I’ve been back every night.
Watching, waiting, planning, and scheming how I’ll be able to keep her and still avenge my family.
She seems to hate her father more than I do, from what I’ve overheard. Paying the chauffeur and taking his place was a crazy risk, but she was so lost in her head that she didn’t recognize me. Nor did she bother to look at the kind man who paid for her coffee today.
When I sneak into the party tonight as myself, she’ll be none the wiser.
“There you are,” I speak to myself as she rushes out of the alley and collapses on a park bench.
“Is she ok? Was someone chasing here?” I’m about two seconds away from going to check on her or calling the boys when she sits up and looks around.
I relax as she digs out her sketching supplies and sits with them on her lap.
God, she’s fucking beautiful.
She looks like a Disney Princess, perfect and pristine, surrounded by nature and sunlight. I have no business wanting someone like her. But oh well, I enjoy making her dirty.
I won’t be soft.
I’m going to be rough, leave marks, empty my balls inside every possible hole I can in her body. She’s going to choke on my cock. No one will ever doubt she’s mine.
What the fuck am I thinking?
I let my mind wander and had gotten off my Harley, taken a few steps closer to her. She’s like a drug calling my name.
That’s when she notices me.
“Fuck,” she takes off towards the sorority house, and I sigh.
Funny times over. It’s time to get ready for the party.
Tonight, she meets her future. Tonight she’ll see me for who I really am.
A pirate waiting to plunder.
I rev my engine and drive across the city to my clubhouse. I remove my helmet and sigh in relief. I pull a bandana out of my back pocket and wipe off my sweaty brow.
It’s been abnormally hot, and wearing all black in the sun is always scorching.
Suddenly, the customer I have for tonight doesn’t seem half bad.
“You’re back. Should I ask how it went?” My best friend, the Vice President, asks.
“Went fine. She doesn’t suspect a thing. She’s scared enough to have her guard up but trusting enough to eat right out of my hands.” Troy smirks at me.
“Damn Zek, she’s gonna hate you.” He laughs as I smile and shrug.
“This is a trick and threat I’m going to fucking enjoy.”
Chapter
Eighteen
