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But she wasn’t getting past my walls now.
“Send me those pictures,” I said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I ignored her as she called after me. I couldn’t look back, couldn’t think too hard about what she had demonstrated with those actions. Before I drove, I made sure her account was paid as if she had been in the Terrariums with me the entire night. Right then, my phone pinged, and I saw the preview of the permanent marker photos. I didn’t check them.
When I got home, I ripped through the estate to my bedroom and started a shower, as hot as I could take it. Naked, I let the stream of water beat into my face, the steam suffocating and reminding me of everything I stood for.
What I wanted wasn’t real. I had found it once, and I would never, ever find it again. Scarlett wasn’t real.
But my mind crossed over those bruised thighs, the pure look on her face when she said she didn’t want an herbal remedy because shewantedthose marks, because those marks didn’t scare her. I thought of the way she held back her hair, tucking it behind her ears as she demonstrated that she wanted me to possess her mind. I might have frightened her, but shewasn’tafraid of me. There was a difference.
But fear and lust and rage sure as fuck swirled inside of me. If Scarlettwasreal, then what did that mean for me? For us?
It couldn’t be real. She wasn’t real.
I leaned against the wall with one hand, using the other to stroke my cock. I thought of Scarlett naked on the Saint Andrew’s cross, her arms spread like helpless prey. In my mind, I painted her with my name, written again and again, marking her everywhere. I thrust my grip around my cock, and in my mind, I grabbed her neck, choking her as she cried and I finger fucked her into oblivion. The cry that came out of her red lips tore through her, and I ate that sound in a kiss, devouring her soul along with it.
But she’s not real, I argued with myself.She’s not real.
In my mind, I pulled back from that kiss and saw my name written on her lips, on her tongue. Every inch of her sketched with me. Over and over. Knowing that she wanted all of it.
But she’s not—
“Fuuuck!” I yelled and the orgasm came, hot ropes of come erupting from my dick.
Once the pleasure subsided, I turned off the water and trampled to the bed, collapsing on the mattress. A heaviness settled on my chest, my body throbbing. I thumbed through the pictures she had sent me, seeing them with new clarity.
Scarlett wasn’t what I wanted, because Scarlett wasn’t real. She was pursuing me for some unspoken reason. She was the enemy.
But fuck, I wanted to taste her. All of her.
