I watched the empty streets from the back of my bike, the wind cutting through my jacket, and I couldn’t shake the image of her.
Elena Hart.
The way she moved yesterday, the small twitch of her wrist when she poured coffee, the subtle bite of her lip when she caught me staring—it was already imprinted in my mind. Dangerous. Irresistible.
Last night, I had only meant to watch her sleep for a while, but I had to get closer I needed just a taste, there was something about the way she’d shifted in her sleep, the way her body had responded to… me. How wet she was for me.
Fuck, just thinking about it has my c**k straining against my jeans.
I was supposed to be the hunter. She was supposed to be the prey. Bait. Leverage. That was the plan. That was the goal.
Tame her. Bend her. Use her.
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