She would have gotten my package by now, if my eyes on her apartment were correct, she’s been awake and moving around her home for the past hour but without going inside, which none other than me were permitted to do so, they couldn’t tell me if she had opened her gift. I had other ways of checking anyway.
I’m sure it comes as a shock to her that I have managed to invade her space, but she’ll learn soon enough if I want something bad enough, I’ll go to any means necessary to get it.
I slouch back in my chair, sipping my coffee as I flick through the new reports coming in on Tobias’ corporations. He had a lot of money, most of it dirty and spread into several bank accounts across the world. I planned to take it all. It won’t be hard, not with the intelligence I had on my side. I order the guys to put the necessary actions in place ready for when I’m to strike. The elevator doors slide open and Isobel struts in, her eyes hidden behind a large pair of sunglasses despite the foul weather outside. She’s not dressed in her usual designer clothing, instead her legs are clad in gray sweats and she’s wearing an oversized jumper with a fluffy coat over the top.
“You just can’t keep your dick in your pants, can you?” She sneers, crossing the room to go to the kitchen, searching through my cupboards until she finds the pain meds and pulls a bottle of water from the fridge.
“If you don’t like how I’m doing things Isobel, you can go sit your arse on the side and wait for it to be over.”
She rips the glasses from her face and pops the pills into her mouth, glaring at me as she swigs from the water bottle, “What is your plan exactly?”
“The less people who know, the better,” I tell her.
“Including me?”
“Especially you.”
“And this girl, Eleanor, she’s a part of it now?”
“I have use for her.”
“More than just sticking your cock in her, you mean?”
“Go do something useful, Belle, you’re no good in this state.”
I loved my sister, truly I did but she was a pain in my arse. I would forever have her back and she’d always come first, but she needed to learn to back the fuck down. I leave her to nurse her hangover as I head through the penthouse, changing into my workout gear before hitting my personal gym.
I spend a few hours in there working off steam and when I come back out, I’m blissfully alone.
Unable to help myself, I pull up the feed of Eleanor’s living room. Planting a camera in her living room may have been a step too far, but then when did I learn not to cross a line?
The box I left her sits open on the kitchen table, it’s not moved, only been opened and I can’t tell if she’s taken the dress and accompanying mask out of it to try it on. The girl herself sits on her couch, wrapped in a thick blanket with a book in her lap.
Seeing inside her apartment solidified how our lives are worlds apart. Cozy and comfortable is how she lives, books lined neatly on shelves, candles of various scents planted on every flat surface. The dust on the TV and remotes told me how very little she used it. She preferred solitude. From what I can tell Tate is her only friend apart from the people she speaks to at work. Her routine is basic, gym, work, home. No play.
Fuck, the girl needed to live a little.
With my eyes still on her, I see her freeze with a hand on the page and glance over her shoulder, staring at that box. She would be going tomorrow night. Her curiosity and confusion over me will demand it so.
She was playing right into the palm of my hand.
Shaking her head, she goes back to the book, but it isn’t long before she is looking back over to it. Pinching the bridge of her nose she climbs from the sofa and pads over to it. I’m drawn into all the leg she has on show, wearing only a tiny pair of white panties and a tank top that covers barely anything.
Looking at her makes my mouth water and my cock harden.
How would she feel knowing I could see her right now? That my dick was straining at the zipper of my jeans, aching to be buried inside her.
Her fingers brush over the dress inside the box before she snatches back her hand and grabs her phone. My own buzzes a few seconds later.
Eleanor: I’m not wearing this dress.
I grin, adjusting my cock, Me: You don’t like it?
Eleanor: It’s beautiful but I’m not wearing it.
I don’t bother texting back, instead I hit the call button, watching her on the screen as she decides whether or not to answer me. With a sigh, I see her roll her shoulders and then she puts the phone to her ear.
“Hello?”
“You will wear the dress, Eleanor, it’s rude not to accept gifts from friends.”
I was taunting her, pushing her, nudging her closer to that edge that once she tumbles over, there will be no saving her.
“We’re not friends.”
“You’re right,” I follow the curve of her arse with my eyes, imagining the soft flesh yielding under my fingers, how it would feel to sink my teeth into that sensitive flesh on the insides of her thighs, “we are not friends.”
“Why did you tell me your real name?” She asks.
For a long moment I’m quiet, captivated by her body, picturing those legs wrapped around my waist, my fingers tangled into her hair and then I answer.
“Because when you scream my name, Eleanor I wanted to be sure it was the right one you were calling. When you’re begging me, I would have you use my name, and I can assure you love, you will beg.”
A flush spreads up her chest, up her neck and cheeks and she presses her thighs together. I palm my cock through my jeans, watching her.
“That’s never going to happen,” she breathes.
“Oh, it will, love,” I suppress a groan as I squeeze, “and it’ll be happening very soon. See you tomorrow.”
I hang up before I use the sound of her voice to get off to. She grips the edge of the table in front of her, her chest heaving, that flush still evident on her pale skin.
I don’t get off. I won’t fuck myself with images or videos of her. I want the real thing. I want to see the way her eyes darken with desire and how her lips will part as I fuck her and taste her and claim her. I want her flesh under my palms and her pussy dripping for me. Once I’m done with her, there will be nothing left for any other man. I would have ruined her so thoroughly, so completely, she’ll never want another.
Clicking off the feed before I do something stupid, I get up and stalk to the shower, turning on the water and stepping under it before it’s even warmed. The shock of the icy water is enough to calm the arousal burning through my system, but this is what I get for not getting this shit out of my system. Killing, plotting and ruling go hand in hand with sex. It had been too long, but I was putting an end to that, and I could think of no one better to take that edge off than sweet little Eleanor Locke.