Her eyes were wide—terrified, confused, furious—and I f*****g loved it. The way every flicker of fear, every tremble of uncertainty on my little troublemaker’s face felt like a shot of adrenaline straight to my veins. A personal drug of mine I couldn’t help needing more. f**k when did it come to this?
The way she looked at me, like I was some untouchable force, something dangerous, something she didn’t understand but couldn’t escape. It was intoxicating.
I stared at her—my little bird. Her hair clung to her skin and the f*****g drops of water slid almost tauntingly down the heavenly curves of her body, and for a moment, I lost myself. My mind, always so sharp, so f*****g precise, went hazy as I drank her in. The sight of her—bare, soaked, trembling—it did something to me.
God, she was
