ZERACHIEL
SHE WAS AVOIDING me.
It had been a week since we last talked. She just found a way to keep her distance away from me— it was the form of an annoying woman I couldn't recall the name of. That pest of a woman had glued herself to Gabby for the past couple of days already. Wasn't that annoying?
After I tasted her; after I tasted the sweetest cunt I had ever tasted in my entire life, she decided to avoid me. She thought she was succeeding with her juvenile game, but little did she know that I was ahead of the game all the time especially when it concerned her.
Gabrielle's cunt was a heaven-sent— the sweetest and the tightest pussy I had ever tasted. She deserved to be worshiped, to be showered with sweet and assuring words, but at the same time, I wanted to taint her innocence, I wanted to corrupt those pure and innocent eyes.
Prior to what happened in the woods, I intended to fuck her dirty and hard. She was so beautiful and majestic when I was chasing her in the woods. With the silver glow that bathed her from the moon above us, she looked like a faery from another universe— ready to entice and lure me into surrendering my life.
I was ready to do it. If God was real, and He asked me what I would want to do in my last hour on this planet, I would give him a simple answer— eat and feast on Gabrielle's sweet cunt. Oh, dear God, this woman had my balls in a chokehold.
Everything was going smoothly and perfect. Not until she decided to put a distance between us, and acted like a mouse avoiding a cat. She wanted to play a game, I supposed. My Gabby wanted the thrill that came from being chased. She was so wet and ready to be fucked that night. Fuck. Just thinking her innocent face made my dick hard in my pants.
Right now, I was in my room filled with screens. Screens that showed everything about Gabrielle Luisa Rafanan, the woman who caught my attention since day one. Was I a creep? Maybe. I was obsessed with this woman; I craved her touch and smell. She was like a heroin I was so addicted to.
In societal normalcy, setting up secret cameras in someone's house just to watch them every time was frowned upon. It was creepy, stalkerish tendencies that could lock me up in a cell if caught doing it. My family was not aware of my behavior— I was the good son, the prince, the put-together brother, and the charming student. I was good at faking my behavior just to fit into the society. They had never seen the demon that lurked beneath my feet, the darkness that simmered into my skin, and the obsession that came with alarming tendencies.
But as I watched Gabrielle sleep, I was slowly losing the grip of the control of my body. I was losing it. I wanted to burn something, to destroy something— everything that could help me release the anger that lodged in my chest. The underground fights were not enough. I needed something more intense . . . more dangerous . . . more deadly.
I destroyed a man's face earlier in my fight. Konstantin was so goddamned ecstatic with the money he won from me. What if I asked Konstantin for a sparring? Maybe, he'd help me get off some steam from being ignored. Fucking up a mafia prince's face was not a bad idea at all.
However, my fantasy of destroying Konstantin's pretty face shattered when I noticed a shallow movement on the screen. My confusion tightened in the pit of my stomach when she started moving aggressively.
What the fuck?
Her hold on to the bedsheet tightened and her head was unsteady— it was as if she was being tortured in her dreams. My chest tightened, and my body started to burn in anger. I wanted to know who was causing her to react that way; I wanted to know who was causing her pain. I wanted to kill them all— to pulverize any single piece of them until she lived peacefully.
