Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 97634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
But clearly Claudia didn’t care because the letters kept coming.
Finally I’d gotten so pissed that I’d written her back. Once. I’d told her to get a life, that her writing me was fucking dumb, and I wanted nothing to do with her.
Tough love was the only kind I knew, so I gave it to her tenfold, hoping she was smart enough to learn her lesson and leave me be.
She hadn’t. She kept writing, which pissed me off all over again.
I wasn’t a good person, and I never claimed to be. Hell, I didn’t want to be.
I got to where she’d worn me down, though, to where I couldn’t think of anything but her.
And so I’d sent her two letters, and I knew even that had been two too many.
But the truth was, I looked forward to her letters because it made this hole in hell I was currently in more bearable.
It wasn’t until she started sending me pictures after her eighteenth birthday that I felt something changing inside of me. She’d turned into the hottest fucking piece of ass I’d ever see.
And seeing her covered from neck to knee, wearing prim and proper tops with a Peter Pan collar, pleated schoolgirl skirts, and her white knee-high socks with a pair of black Mary Jane shoes had me harder than I’d ever fucking been in my goddamn life.
Her cardigan sets couldn’t hide her big tits. Her shy expressions didn’t mask her angel-like face with those full, red lips and big blue eyes. And her long, silky black hair had me picturing my hand wrapped around the strands as I guided her head back and forth, stuffing her mouth full of my cock.
I realized I fucking wanted her like a fiend. I’d never desired anything as much in my miserable fucking life.
And that desire for her only grew the more letters and pictures she sent, ones I shamelessly jerked off to every single night and twice on Sundays.
Fuck, I masturbated to the thought of Claudia so damn much.
I pictured pushing her skirts up, pulling down what was no doubt white lace panties, and burying my face between her thighs as I ate her pussy out. Fuck, I envisioned coming all over her cunt and stomach and then rubbing it all over her before pushing it inside her tight pussy, marking her. I was such a sick motherfucker, but I had no desire to change.
Wanting her was a mistake. But one I would make, regardless.
I heard the buzzer go off and stopped at the steel, glass, and wire that stood between me and freedom.
Five long fucking years I’d been behind bars. The raid itself wasn’t what kept me locked up. No, the bastards had been working a case against me and had so much shit stacked up that there would have been no way I could have gotten myself clear of it all.
And during that time, my lawyer had been working on getting my sentence reduced and getting me the hell out.
And for the last two years, I’d had 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 eager for my freedom not only because I wanted it, but because I wanted to find her and make her mine. I wanted to fuck her until she was filled and covered in my cum and would forever smell like me.
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 animal 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 taking residence in my flesh and bones 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.
I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about what Claudia had said in her last letter. God, it was so fucking long ago that she’d written me. I felt like a piece of me was missing, like the air in my lungs was artificial and stagnant. And I knew why they’d stopped.