Shadowing Me
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 Crystal Spears

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I’m not ready to go back to the compound yet, so I tell Smokey he has to go to the mall with me. I need space, and the club is not a place I can get much of that. He’s not happy with another detour, but he really doesn’t have a say in the matter. As long as I have him as my escort, I can stay out late and do what I want. He’ll get over it.
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Chapter Fourteen
Shadow
(Part One)
I pace back and forth in frustration, anger, and horniness. What the fuck am I doing on the floor where her room is? Why? Why the fuck am I here? I can think of only one reason. I want her. I want her very badly.
Seeing her with that asshole at Ma and Pop’s, where I had escaped to enjoy my motherfucking coffee and egg sandwich, lit my ass on fire. It fueled me with an anger I didn’t realize existed inside of me. The demons clawed to get out, begging me to release them so they could unleash my pent up wrath on that little bastard. What was she thinking? That fucker cheated on her repeatedly. Fuck, who knows how many times and she could talk with him as if nothing ever happened? She could eat fucking breakfast with the little prick?
A growl escapes my lips as my pacing increases, and the anger boils the blood beneath my skin. And that hug? I thought I would come unglued, watching them embrace like that. I’ve honestly never been more pissed off in my life.
Could this be deeper? Could I actually want more than friendship with her? I shake my head as I stalk back and forth through the hall. That can’t be it. She couldn’t handle the demons lurking inside of me. I would not only ruin her. I would destroy her, and all the good that lies beneath her light blue eyes.
“Shadow?”
Jesus, fuck! I didn’t even hear her come up. She has me so far off of my fucking game, it is unreal. They call me Shadow for a fucking reason. This sneaky bullshit is my job.
“Shadow,” she repeats in frustration.
FUCK!
I grab her arm and drag her to her door. “Open it,” I growl.
I’m acting like a fucking animal right now. This isn’t me. Everything I do is about self control. I’m in charge of things that deal directly with me.
“Shadow… you’re acting weird.”
I jerk the key from her hand, slide it in the lock, and turn. After the tumbler clicks, I pull it out, push open the door, and shove her inside as I slam the door shut behind us.
“Drop your purse, Tea,” I command.
Her eyebrows pull together.
“Drop your goddamn purse. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
The purse falls to the floor as I sling my shades onto her dresser. I tear my cut off and let it drop to the floor. I don’t have time for niceties. My demons beg me to rip into her, to punish her for something she doesn’t even know she did wrong. My dark eyes narrow at her as I pull my belt from its loops.
“You have fifteen seconds to strip down to nothing but your bare skin. Time starts now.”
When she makes no move to take her clothes off, I fold my belt in my hands and snap it. The sound echoes throughout the room. “The more you misbehave, the more pain you’ll receive, Tea.”
She has wanted this for so long, and now that I am about to give it to her, she acts hesitant and timid about the entire thing.
“I’m not asking again.”
Tatiana’s eyes widen when she realizes this isn’t another one of my head games. This is me, about to own her. This is my dark side she has always wanted to taste. She kicks off her shoes as her shaking hands lower her skirt. Her peach colored skin calls to me. The things I am going to do with that fine body excite me. When her skirt is pooled at her feet, I peel out of my boots and jeans, never taking my eyes off her. A growl of ownership rises in my throat as my shirt joins the other clothes on the floor. When she lifts her blouse over her head, her peaked nipples beg my mouth to latch onto them with my teeth. All the will power I have left evaporates. It escapes me completely.
“Baby oil,” I hiss. “Get me some, now!”
Tatiana’s blonde hair bounces as she runs to her bathroom and returns with baby oil in her hand.
“Toss it on the floor. If I decide to go easy on you, it might come in handy.” I lift a finger and motion for her to come near me, and her steps don’t falter. When she stands in front of me, I swipe her hair behind her shoulder. “What’s my color, baby?”
She gasps ever so lightly, bringing a devilish smirk to my face. “Your color or your scene color?”
Perceptive little lamb, isn’t she? “Mine,” I growl as I jerk her against my body. I run my nose along her jaw and whisper into her hair. “Mine.” I breathe.
Her head tilts to the side as she answers. “Black, god, your color is black,” she pants.
I pull back and stare at her. Get a fucking grip. She knows too much about you already. Take back control!
“Scene name,” I growl.
Tatiana’s body jerks backwards at the change in my tone of voice.
“Sage,” she growls back at me, earning her an extra welt on that delicious skin of hers. I don’t know if I like it, but it’ll do for now.
“You are to call me Tavis and nothing else.” I don’t ask if she understands. In a way, I am testing her, testing the knowledge she thinks she already has. “If I need to stop, you call black, not red.” Again, I don’t ask. “So… you think you’re a masochist, do you?” I murmur as I push her body slowly towards the bed.
“I don’t think. I know.” She glares at me.