Page 74 of Beneath the Light of the Moon
A growl built in Mikko’s throat.
Hewanted to sink his teeth into her flesh, marking her ashis. No one after him would be able to erase his possession of her.
Caught between the mesmerizing draw of her skin, her noises, and the revulsion he felt, he lost track of time. Agony made a home in his bones, terrorizing his thoughts, voices screaming at him.
The man captured her lips with his own once again, his own sounds of satisfaction mixing with hers as she writhed beneath him. Mikko hoped Anika wasn’t enjoying herself as much as she let on, that she was just following through with the motions.
Still, Mikko felt something snap when he thought about Anika and Levi being more than what they were right now—a fake set-up.
This obsession was out of control, and there was only one way to get it back. To rid himself of this disease.
With one last glance up at her window, he drank in the scene. Her manicured nails dug into the leather of her couch, surely leaving little crescent marks on the material. He wanted her to leave similar ones on his furniture. On his back, clawing until he bled for her.
The image of her scarf tossed across his car’s passenger seat had thoughts brewing inside his head. He’d brought it with him for some odd reason, call it intuition, but now he was glad he had. While he might not be able to have her right now, hedidhave something ofhers that might take the edge off. For a moment.
With her silhouette burned into his mind, Mikko stalked back toward his Audi. His cock was hard, he was frustrated, and his mind was filled with sounds and perfect pictures of her to get him off. He could edit Levi out of his head easy enough for his own fantasies.
His car door thudded shut behind him. The inky depths from his tinted windows cloaked the motion of his hand straying over to Anika’s scarf, his fingers wrapping around the soft fibers.
More, more, more,a small voice whispered internally.
No one was there to see him bring it to his face, inhaling the fragrance still clinging to the fabric. A groan reverberated from his throat as his other hand drifted down to his zipper, his cock hard and aching. He hadn’t realized how much energy it’d taken to deny himself something so human, soprimal.
One little touch, one little moment of weakness…
Hastily, he opened the glove box and rummaged through the items there until his hands landed on the ones he wanted: her Chapstick and lotion he’d taken while inside her house. Smearing the cherry flavored moisturizer over his lips he imagined it was her own kissing him.
He was fucking losing his grip on reality.
Hopefully, stroking himself to the thought of her might erase the ironclad grip she had on his mind. At least that was what he told himself as his hand enveloped the hard and hot length of himself, the lotion smelling like Anika slickening his cock. Knowing that she was a stone’s throw away made him delirious. It was sick,hewas sick, but the temptation was too great to ignore. Mikko deserved this small reprieve.
And with her scent stuffed into his nose and his hand—one he imagined was hers—on his cock, he teased himself into oblivion.
24
Target Practice
Anika
Viridescent eyes dappled with sunlight formed in her mind as a weightlessness swathed around her. Her brain desperately sent signals to the rest of her body, but her muscles were unable to execute. With her senses slowed and deadened, her extremities felt like they were encased in thick honey. Tingles raced down her arms, fingertips twitching in anticipation yet…
Nothing.
She was trapped within her mind—a nightmare.
A darkened room with a single bulb above them filtered into focus. Her body was still immobile, frozen in time as Mikko’s face materialized. The brutal planes of his face were at odds with the emotion shesworeshe could see glimmering in his emerald eyes.
Do it. Do it. Do it.
Her arms were outstretched, feet planted while clammy palms gripped the knurling of a cool gun. Its barrel was firmly pointed at him, this moment forever cemented in time as neither of themmoved.
He didn’t shake. Her hands didn’t tremble.
It was always like this; Mikko standing vulnerable before her in her mind just like she wanted. Just as she’d always imagined. But when it came time to pull the trigger, the gun heavy in her hand, she couldn’t do it.
Why?
She hated not being in control of her own actions—her own body betraying her.
