Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
My limbs felt sluggish, and my vision blurred around the edges as I tried to focus on the TV screen.
God, was I turning into a lightweight?
I hadn’t been drinking as much as I had before my trip, both because I needed to save money and because I hadn’t felt the need to dull the world around me. But this one had been left with a thank you note by the renters, and I wasn’t about to let a free bottle of wine go to waste.
I set the glass down, blinking hard to clear my vision. The room seemed to tilt slightly, and I laughed incredulously, admitting to myself that I clearly drank too much and alone at that.
So I wouldn't fall and hurt myself, I laid on the couch and stared at the television, listening to the romantic lilt of the French language as it carried over to me.
Just as I was about to let the darkness of my drunken stupor claim me, I swore I heard the faint creak of the front door opening. Then the soft thuds of heavy footsteps coming closer.
But by this point, I felt too far gone, too inebriated to even shift on the couch. And so I closed my eyes and fell into pleasure-filled sleep.
4
LARS
I’d noticed her weeks ago—first in Greece, then in Italy, followed by Portugal, and now in Paris.
And I’d watched her in all the small towns along her journey because I’d stalked her. Followed her around the continent because, when I’d seen her in Athens, I knew she was mine.
She’d been a glimpse in a crowd, but something about her made this dark and primal part of me rise to attention. It was like a hook had been sunk deep into my gut, and there was no fucking way to disengage it.
I followed her to the hostel she’d stayed in. I broke in, riffled through her stuff, and saw she was going to Italy next. I’d cut my work in Greece short to follow her but not before I took a little treasure to keep her close until I could have her with me in the flesh.
And so that was how it started. I followed her, watching her every move, memorizing the routes she took, the things she liked and disliked. The way she walked and even how she smiled transfixed me. I’d been so close to her, right behind her when she didn’t even realize it. I let the sweet sound of her voice bury itself deep into my DNA until it was a part of me.
Each day, I got even closer to her. I touched the soft strands of her hair on more than one occasion. The memory had me reaching in my pocket and pulling out the lock of hair I cut off of her just days before. The blue ribbon tied around the silky, strawberry blonde tendril to keep the strands in place was the same color as her eyes.
I smoothed my fingers over it, then brought it to my nose and inhaled deeply. It still smelled faintly of the shampoo she used.
And every night, I envisioned her on her knees and looking up at me, her mouth open, my cock hard and right in front of her face. She’d look at me with such need, wanting me to come all over her or shoot my load down her throat.
It wasn’t enough to just watch from a distance, and so, in Paris, I purposely hadn’t been as stealthy. I wanted her to see me, to glance in my direction so our eyes could lock. I’d seen the instant confusion on her face when she saw me the last few times during her sightseeing, and I’d gotten so fucking hard because of it.
I needed to be closer—as close as two people could get. Fuck, I wanted us to be fused together.
I only kept her lock of hair with me. The rest of my trinkets, I kept stashed away in my bag in my rental—the room I chose because it was nearly right beside hers. And still, it wasn’t close enough.
But fuck, I had a good little collection. I’d taken things—little things she wouldn’t notice right away. A pair of her panties, a green barrette I’d seen in her hair once, and a tiny sample bottle of perfume, which I smelled while I wrapped those panties around my cock and jerked off.
Each item I took became a piece of her I could keep close, something to tide me over until the moment I could have all of her.
The time was coming soon when I wouldn’t have to wait any longer. I wouldn’t have to practice self-control anymore.
But tonight, I’d crossed another line, one that was bringing me closer to Dolly, because I was feeling the itch to have her. The need had grown into something that was eating me alive. I couldn’t stand it anymore and needed a little something to satiate the ravenous beast inside me.