Page 59 of Savagely Scarred

Just like the myths.

Lilith always runs.

You can’t run from the Devil.

You crawl.

You bleed.

You suffer.

But then she turns her head to the side. She’s smiling. That’s not the face of someone who is terrified—someone who is fleeing.

Her boyfriend walks out of the bathroom with a toiletry bag and hands it to her. She places it inside of the suitcase and zips it closed.

Time to phone a friend. I call the only saved number in my phone, and he picks up on the third ring.

“Hey,” he greets.

“I need to know if any hotels or plane tickets have been booked under their names.”

He sighs. “Give me a minute.” I tap my pen against the desk, waiting for a reply. He clacks away on his keyboard before answering with a simple, “No.”

Okay, so no spontaneous vacation then. They would have to be staying with friends or family. I already know where her friends live and I doubt she would risk jeopardizing their lives. Her family is either dead or in prison, so they’re out.

“Does he have any family close by?” I gnaw on the cap of the pen impatiently.

“Yeah. Mom and stepdad live in Jersey. I’ll send you the address.”

My phone pings and I click the message to open my map.

“Bingo,” I whisper.

“Anything else?”

“I’ll let you know.”

I hang up before he can say anything else. He’d probably tell me to go fuck myself if I wasn’t already blackmailing him. I’ve had him under my thumb since I discovered dirt on him in prison.

My attention goes back to the monitors, and I watch Olivia undress out of her work clothes. She sits on the edge of the bed in nothing but her black bra and panties. The perfect view of her large, perky tits. I groan and grip my growing erection through my jeans.

She leans back on one elbow, and her other hand disappears under the lace between her legs.

Oh Jesus Christ. I’m going to get a front row show tonight. That’s almost good enough to make up for the absence of her in the park.

I undo my pants and pull out my dick, precum already leaking from the tip. Olivia slides her panties off and props her heels on the edge of the bed, opening her legs wide.

“Fuck, princess. Your cunt is so fucking perfect,” I groan.

I reach into the desk drawer and pull out the lube, squirting it down my shaft. The cool gel is the opposite of the warmth I want to be balls deep in right now. As soon as her fingers slip inside her pussy, my hand picks up speed.

She rubs her clit and throws her head back in a silent moan that I wish I could hear. I’m so close already, but I’m determined to hold out until she comes.

My eyes are starting to lose focus as my orgasm approaches. And then the image of her is snuffed out completely—by a six-foot-something cock block.

“Motherfucker!”

I release my dick and punch the computer screen, sending it toppling backwards. The chair careens across the floor after I kick it. Gritting my teeth, I pull my shirt over my head and clean the lube off my dick before tossing it to the floor.