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Picking up my pace, I take the steps two at a time to get to her. I glance through the small glass pane and she’s standing just a few feet beyond the door. A cigarette rests between her lips, and she’s rifling through her bag.
Taking advantage of her current distraction, I push open the fire door and snake my arms around her. One around her throat and the other around her tiny waist; squeezing hard, I silence her as I lift her from the ground and carry her away from the door.
“Smoking is a nasty habit,” I snicker while using the arm around her waist to pull her skirt up her lean thighs. “Dangerous even.”
Garbled screams and cries for help vibrate against my forearm, which is wrapped so tightly around her throat that no sound comes from her.
Too bad…
“You can fight me, little one. I like it. You’re going to find out just how much when I make you scream for me.”
Undoing my pants, I reach into my boxers and grab my—flaccid—cock.
What the fuck?
Gripping it firmly in my fist, I vigorously stroke it against her bare ass. As good as my hand feels sliding over my length, my cock doesn’t get hard.
This doesn’t happen to me.
Ever.
My virility is generally like that of a teenager, with my cock growing hard practically on command, and the ability to nut is easily there several times a day. More, when surrounded by the right motivation.
“Fuck,” I angrily hiss against the girl squirming in my tight hold. Letting go, I shove her from me with enough force that she crumples to the rooftop. Before she has a chance to see my face, I turn and head back to the door. Her faint sobs and cries for help sound behind me, but they do nothing for me.
Her screams aren’t the ones I want.
Taking the stairs quickly, I exit a couple of floors above the alumni party and take the elevator down to the lobby. Ditching the party, I head outside and straight to the rental car.
“Fuck, fuck, Fuuuuuuck,” I yell as I pound my fists against the steering wheel.
This weekend was a mistake.
I shouldn’t have come here…
…For this.
I know exactly what I want.
And where to find her.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CORA
The phone ringing incessantly on the nightstand wakes me from my sleep. Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, it’s late. One in the morning late. After rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I flip on the light, grab the phone and swipe it open.
Samuel
Are you awake, Cora?
I need to know…
Are you being a good girl for me?
Have you done as you were told?
Yes.
