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“T-that’s none of your business.” I scoff. “God, you haven’t changed a bit, have you?” I clench my fists to my sides. “Don’t answer that. I’m going to bed.”

I push past him.

I’m not going to let him get to me. He might be sharing the same space and air as me, but he’s nothing to me.

And I intend to keep it that way.

7

HIM

I’m past the point of believing in a God, but thank the fucking heavens that friend of hers left.

Not only was she a distraction, but she also interrupted our routine. My girl’s and I.

I could have watched Madelyn through the cameras I installed in her apartment decompressing after work, indulging in some alone time with her hand, or maybe looking for that kinky journal of hers that’s in my possession.

Instead, I had to sit through a whole-ass conversation with her coworker, who’s desperate for some dick that clearly has no interest in her.

I had to test my patience tonight. She made it easy for me to get what I want, but I held it in. She fell right into her bed after the little wine she had and a bit of a stepsibling quarrel.

I never liked him.

And I’m saddened to have to accept that I can’t lay my hands on him and risk myself. Not if I want to keep Maddy. She wouldn’t forgive me. A warning will have to do.

But if any other man dares get near her, I’m game. Give me a knife, and I’ll become a butcher for her, make her a sanctuary of bones.

She’s so peaceful in her sleep. With her long hair falling on her face, and those tight little pink pajamas. She might pass as innocent, but her mind is dark and dirty. Just like mine.

I swap my usual routine of watching her sleep and rubbing one out in front of her to secure a good night’s sleep, to staying up reading her kinky diary until I can’t keep my eyes open anymore. Some of the things she wrote are short and simple, while others go into full detail.

Dear diary,

I want to be taken by surprise. Yes, ‘taken’ as in fucked senseless.

Played with. Chased by a hot masked man who won’t let go until he makes me his.

That’s it. That’s the fantasy.

God, I’m reading too much.

Dear diary,

This is kind of random. But I’m busy and horny at the same time, and I have to get this out of my mind. Imagine this: You’re rushing through the halls during a busy day at work, and you’re suddenly being pulled aside. No time to think or react. You’re pinned against a wall. He’s molding his body against you, and you can’t move. His hand goes under your skirt, and he finds you wet. So, he starts rubbing. Swirling sweet circles around your clit, and surprises you by pushing a finger in. It’s a quiet corner of the building. But people still pass by you, unaware of what’s going on, because he’s fully blocking you with his body.

While you try to hold back your moans, he whispers, ‘Let them hear you, baby. Scream for me. Or I won’t let you come.’

Dear diary,

I’ve always wanted to engage in indecent behavior in the library.

I’m not saying it should be with others around—it can be after hours, too.

Make it sweet and intimate.

Think about it…books and sex? That’s an excellent combination in my eyes.

Imagine sitting down in the library, between the shelves, on the floor, reading a book, relaxing.