Corruption (Underworld Kings)

I was such a sick motherfucker, but I had no desire to change.

Wanting her was a mistake. But one I wanted to make regardless.

I heard the buzzer go off and stopped at the steel and glass, bolts and wire, that stood between me and freedom.

Five long fucking years I’d been behind bars for a crime I didn’t commit, but one they’d used to get me locked away so they could slap me with a shitload of other bullshit they’d been building against me.

Five fucking years that my lawyer had been working on getting my sentence reduced and getting me the fuck out.

And far too long having a hard-on for a woman I had no business talking to, let alone wanting to get inside of in the most obscene of ways.

I was anxious for my freedom, not only because I wanted it, but because I wanted to find her and make her mine, even if it was just for one night. Even if it was me fucking her until she was filled and covered in my cum and would forever smell like me even after I left.

When her letters had stopped six months ago, I’d had no outlet to extinguish my frustration aside from beating the shit out of any poor bastard who crossed me.

And even that was risky seeing as I had to stay on my best behavior if I had any hope of being paroled.

That certainly hadn’t been when my possessiveness for Claudia had started, but her freezing me out had been the accelerant to it.

Now it was this fucking beast inside of me that demanded a hell of a lot more than she could ever handle.

The heavy metal door opened and I walked through, the fresh air assaulting me. I inhaled deeply, taking it into my lungs and feeling a dark tendril move through me. I knew what this was and I embraced it.

I didn’t know when my obsession had started, but fuck me, it was a living, breathing demon inside of me that I couldn’t shake.

I was a hunter. She was my prey.

Fuck, this was gonna be good, especially when I made her realize she was mine.