JacobAs she stormed out, rage simmered beneath my skin, clawing its way through flesh and bone—I was seething. More furious at myself than her; if only I had treated her as she deserved, none of this would be happening. She would still be in my arms, where she belonged. Yet, I couldn't deny the anger I felt towards her too—the mere thought of her with another man ignited a sadistic fury within me. God, I swore I wasn't a sadist, but the thoughts swirling in my mind tempted me to envision a myriad of ways to kill her new date, to make his demise agonizing each and every time. A very slow and painful death—every fucking time.A guttural groan escaped me, drawing the attention of my friend who was casually tending to the plants, but then he decided to ignore me. This jerk was also to be blamed—Evelyn had his fucking attitude—snarky, moody, stubborn.I stormed outside, entering the garden with purpose. "You know she's fucking going on a date?!" I barked, my fists clenching at my sides. I

JacobAs I paced back and forth in the dimly lit room, the early morning light barely making a dent in the heavy shadows, I felt the weight of exhaustion pressing down on me like a physical force. Sleep had eluded me, slipping through my grasp like sand through clenched fists, as thoughts of her, and only her, tormented my mind. Evelyn Fernandez—the woman, wrapped in indifference and fury, who seemed to had sworn to make my life a living hell for me. And indeed she was succeeding.Like for real—Her blatant disregard for me, like I was some kind of contagious disease to be avoided at all costs, cut deeper than any knife. And as if it wasn’t enough, she chose to gallivant off with random, meaningless, stupid boys. It was evident—she wanted to torture me and she was clearly winning this game.I was teetering on the edge of insanity, consumed by rage and desperation. But what recourse did I have? She was a locked door, impervious to reason or plea, reveling in the misery she inflicted upo

EvelynMy moan, which slipped past my lips, resounded in the kitchen, and another sound climbed up my throat as his lips, cool with the touch of ice, trailed along the delicate network of veins on my neck. His hand on my thigh tightened as his hips ground against mine, making sure I felt every bit of his hardness and the memory of him once inside of me, hard and throbbing came crashing over my mind.God! Now that he was this close, I knew how much I missed the way he fucked me. His hard cock inside of me.I was already so fucking aroused, and what made it worse was that I had missed feeling this wet. Only he could make me feel this way. Only he had the power to draw forth such raw desire from within me, every nerve tingling with anticipation, every pore slick with sweat, every inch of my being ablaze with need.His grip on my thighs tightened as he pressed against me, coaxing forth a whimper and coaxing my eyelids shut in response.I shouldn’t be enjoying this.We were done! He broke