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Not that she would see it that way. She’d have questions I can’t answer. She might get scared, tell me to stop and I can’t stop now that she’s pulled me in so far into her games that I can’t even think straight.
“Will you play with me?”eighteen-year-old Addie’s voice whispers across the cavities of my brain like silk over naked flesh.
Fuck, baby, yeah, I’ll play with you. I’ll play out every dirty fantasy in your pretty head.
She started this. She haunted me, lured me into her web and filled my veins with promises of her sweet, tight cunt. It was mine the second she let me spread her wide across the floor. It was wrong and we both knew it, but she begged me to use her, take what I wanted, and I almost did. I was so fucking close!
Instead, my Addie got down on the knees she uses to worship God and sucked my cock. She guzzled my cum like it was her job and kept sucking after I was empty down her throat, sealing both our fates. Committing a sin we both knew no one could ever know about.
The memory alone has me reaching to soothe my throbbing cock chaffing against the soggy front of my jeans. I have to push the rest of that night from my mind to keep my focus on the present.
The doors behind Addie flies open and the man charges out, face red with probably embarrassment. Maybe anger. Doesn’t matter. I’m pushing out of my corner and starting across the bustling street in their direction. I stay several feet away, phone out like I’m texting someone, but fully listening to the two.
“Hey, where are you going?” he’s saying.
“Home. You seem busy.”
The guy chuckles, the sound raspy with nerves. “No, no, my wife ... my ex-wife was putting the kids down and they wanted to say goodnight. Come back inside and we can finish, unless you’d like to go somewhere quieter...?”
Addie sucks in a slow, calming breath. Showing much more restraint than me; I’m half a second away from slamming my fist into his mouth.
“Mr. Landon, I appreciate the opportunity, but I don’t think this job is the right fit for me.”
“You’re wrong.” He laughs again, but I’m not liking the tension he seems to be holding back. “I think you’re perfect for ...the position.Let’s get a cab and go somewhere less distracting and you can finish telling me about yourself.”
“I would rather dry fuck a cactus,” Addie declares in the same deadpan tone and even my eyes bulge. “Thank you again for this experience, but it’s a hard no thanks.”
“Wait. Hold on now.”
The fucker grabs her arm and I’m ready to commit several felonies when Addie slaps the appendage off and spins to face the startled fuck.
“Touch me again and I will slice your dick up the vein from balls to tip. You picked the wrong girl, Mr. Landon. I am so many layers of crazy you can’t even imagine, so don’t try me.”
Landon staggers back three steps. A wise move. I would too if Addie was looking at me with that level of murder in her darkened eyes.
Satisfied she has made her point, Addie stalks away in the opposite direction from where I’m standing. She’s using her purse to shield her face, but she’s still soaked in seconds.
“Fucked up bitch!” Landon sneers under his breath.
I wait until Addie has a good head start before I move forward.
I step directly into the fucker’s path and have the pleasure of watching his eyes widen with surprise, then fear as I loom over him with my mask covering my face. He can probably see his own reflection in my visor staring wide eyed back at him.
Without a word, because Addie has already made her case, I let him taste the leather covering five bunched fingers. The crack of fist into flesh is muffled by the rain, but his cry of pain isn’t, and I relish in it.
I hit him again across the jaw and send him sprawling across the wet concrete in a pathetic heap of whimpering and pleading.
“Next time, I’ll break your fingers for touching what’s mine.”
I leave him in the filth where he belongs and hurry to keep up with Addie.
I catch up to her at the corner as she stands waiting for a car to finish making their turn. She doesn’t look up, doesn’t even notice when I stop just behind her. Close enough that I could twist a damp lock of hair around my finger.
We would have to discuss this obliviousness she seems to have, this lack of awareness of her surroundings, but part of me likes to think she feels so safe because I’m there watching over her. Still, I keep my distance as I walk with her the five blocks toher apartment. She’s soaked and not really making any effort to hurry which annoys me; she’s going to get sick.
I ball my fingers into fists at my sides and glower at her slender back.
Walk faster!I want to snap at her.Call an Uber. Hail a cab. Don’t just walk in the rain.
