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With a growing frustration, I step out of the shower and spot my reflection in the mirror. My face is twisted with disgust, my muscles are all clenched. My scars seem deeper. My tattoos look darker.
But my leg feels fine. And my cock is nearly bursting.
I can’t go on like this.
Drying off, I barge into the office attached to my bedroom. The video monitor inside is still frozen where I left it, screen filled with the paused image of Sophia bent over my knee, her nightgown barely hugging her tight little ass.
Before I went in to interrogate her today, I jerked off to this video. I thought it would help clear my mind. I thought it would help keep me concentrated. But it only took one wrong move, and everything went to hell. It didn’t matter that I jerked off twice before I went to her room.
She drives me fucking wild.
And the worst part is, it’s obvious that I drive her wild too.
If we were just two regular people, I might even dare to see something special in her. Fuck, maybe I’d even take her on a date. It’s not just that body of hers either. That fiery tongue makes my heart jump.
Fuck.
But we aren’t two ordinary people. Our lives our tangled in the most dark and twisted ways. The fates of our families rest on our actions. And here we are, practically fucking while the world threatens to burn around us.
Still out of my mind, I sit down in my dark office and start to fast forward through the tape. I’m being controlled by a purely primal instinct as I desperately try to catch up to what just happened.
Finally, I see myself storm into Sophia’s room again. There’s no point in watching the first part of the interrogation—that will just make me angry. Instead, I skip ahead to the point when I tear off her dress.
Turning the sound off, I sit in my chair, still completely naked, bathed in the glow of the screen, and watch.
It doesn’t take long before my hand is around my cock.
Fuck.
She’s in heaven.
Slowly, I start to stroke up and down my shaft. My grip is tight, and it tightens as I see what I didn’t have the focus to see when I was in the room with her.
Sophia’s eyes.
Those chestnut browns flicker between fear and pleasure… until finally, they shut all together and her face tells the rest of the story.
This is wrong. Why do I feel so much better when I see her feeling good?
She’s supposed to be my enemy. The girl who dragged me to New Orleans and then spit in my face.
It’s the fear in her eyes that I should be coveting. Instead, it’s that fucking glow.
My stroking picks up when Sophia grabs my hair in the video. She’s not even trying to pull me away. Hell, eventually, she even cages me between the warm flesh of her thighs so that I can’t go anywhere.
The harder her body shakes in the video, the more I can taste her on my lips again, and the harder I jerk off.
That shower did nothing. She’s still fucking inside of me.
When I see her pretty little toes curl on the screen, I’m done. A wave of searing ecstasy shoots through my core, erupting out of my cock. I don’t even try to stop the explosion. I’ll clean this mess up later. Right now, all I can think about is her.
Even when my racing heart finally starts to settle, and the last bits of come have dripped from my softening cock, all I can think about is her.
She’s still locked up right down the hall. I could go and use her again. It would be so easy.
But I can’t. Not yet. My mind needs to clear. What comes next is too important to approach in my state.
I’m obsessed with the wrong thing.
