DIMITRI CASTELLO
Pop. Pop. Pop.
The blast ricocheted off the walls, bouncing against the soundproofing on the walls.
I readjusted my gun to aim at the paper target hanging off the roof. Though right now I wished it was something else that could bleed.
Fuck.
Before I knew it, I had completely destroyed the target because images of Elena still consumed my mind. Her soft eyes, lips parted, the flare of hips, her sweet thighs as she shuddered while trying to take all of me.
My heart rate sped up, and heat ran to my groin.
It was already hard for her again.
It hadn't been my plan to f**k her last night but once I had my hands on her, I couldn't stop. You'd think it would have given me some relief, but all it seemed to do was provide me with images and noises to obsess more over her.
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