You know when something is bad for you. Your brain gives you the warning and your body alerts you, signalling you should not indulge in it but this predator craving in your head overpowers that logic, telling you to do exactly just that. Telling you to proceed. Telling you all the things you wish to hear. Begging you to indulge in your craving because apparently, it has become your newfound need in that moment. But how can you not want to fall victim to the words replaying in your head when the very object of seduction lays before you? When you’ve got a pretty woman bent before your face, back arched and legs wide open to accompany your face between them. When her soft thighs squeeze against your face, welcoming you to keep going. To keep protruding your tongue on places they shouldn’t be. Places that will fulfill your sinful desire and give her the pleasure only you can satisfy. Places you love having your mouth on and tasting every single bit of. Places that only you are permitted to explore because she has made it clear that her very being is yours and yours alone to defile. I groan at the quivering of her legs and body before me, keeping my eyes on her, watching her every reaction to my touch. This is what we call a second heaven. I remember the feel of her clitoris against my lips. The softness that laid between her legs as she leaked all over me, staining my mouth and body with her essence. With her wetness. Wetness I enjoyed digesting. My thumb gently strokes the side of my lips as I swallow, reliving and relishing the moment replaying vividly in my head. I miss having my mouth on her. I miss tasting her skin with my tongue. I miss every bit of warmth and pleasure her thighs gave me when it sandwiched my head between them. I miss having her cave to my touch while being right in front of me. While soaking every single sight and inhaling every single scent our intimate act produced. Her scent. I love having it marked against my skin. Now, Hazel is asleep. I raise my eyelids up to gaze at the woman before me. She fell into a deep sleep almost immediately after I was done with her. I barely used my fingers on her aside to grope her thighs and pull her closer to me while I devoured what’s mine yet her eyes succumbed to drastic sleep. I take pride in knowing I can satisfy my woman with just my tongue. I bite the end of my lip, now flicking my thumb across it, savouring the memory. I had to clean her, take care of her and get her dressed into new clothes and get this, she did not wake up once. It was terrifying to witness in that moment, someone could easily take advantage of her in this state, however, it just made me realise how much I never want to be away from my little damsel. I keep my eyes ahead at the seats in front of me where she’s laying, deep in sleep. For her sake, since we’re returning back, I couldn’t let her join me and be by my side and it already kills me to be away from her already. Curse us being a secret. Curse the tension being on the tail of my parent’s killer brings to me. I can’t wait for this to be all over and regain composure of my life. That is, of course, after eliminating S and every single alliance of They. Right after accomplishing that, the elimination of every single potential threat to my relationship with Hazel follows next. Every single enemy of mine that is aware of her existence and her complex entanglement with me not being exempted, whoever they may be. I swallow, a certain person coming to mind. I may not know where Asami is at the moment as I have been preoccupied with so many things, but I will find her and make her pay for what she did. Not only did she incite a raid at the school premises I work undercover for, risking revealing my plan, but she shot the woman I love. That sin is something I cannot forgive. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on NovelHub(.)net Sometimes, letting stubborn evil doers go scott free for a persistent number of times give them the wrong notion that they’re permitted to carry on with their bidding. Asami never learns the easy nor hard way. It’s time for me to teach her a lesson, one which damages so badly that it leaves a permanent reminder of the sin done to give her such punishment. I take my eyes off Hazel, lowering my gaze to fixate on my hands instead. My fist clenches and my jaw tightens at my thought. This was a hard decision for me to conclude on but it’s obvious there’s no other way to stop her without ending her life. I’m going to give Asami the inability to feel any form of sensation in her limbs again. Because she won’t need to. My eyes darkens. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, resting my back on the seat with my head raised upwards to face the ceiling of the van. All this rage that seems to disappear when Hazel’s next to me immediately comes rushing back the moment she’s even the slightest bit away. It’s insane. Like she’s the pill I’m addicted to that keeps me sane. And all it takes for every single life circumstance to start pouring into my head is a simple diversion of attention from Hazel towards the other emotion running through my mind. Rage. Rage that quenches only when she’s next to me, occupying my thoughts. I let out a heavy sigh. Someone else momentarily comes to mind. This makes a crude smirk plaster on my face. I think I’ve let my little missy run for quite so long. It’s time for me to chase. Like an animal hunting its prey, I will follow her, and when she least expects it, I will annihilate every single thing and person she holds dear before getting rid of her. I let out an exhale through my mouth, forcing a swallow. Never have I thought I enjoyed cat and mouse games till I found my parents’ murderer. At least, now I’m ready to pounce. Just right after this damn event dear old uncle invited me to.