Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“Are you...ah...” She licks her lips. I suppress a groan at the sight. How can she be so innocent and such a temptation? “On…” She pauses again.
“Anomio,” I fill in for her. I'm not on it. I am it.
“Oh my god.” She tries to jerk back, but I hold her chin in place.
“You are a dirty little girl, aren’t you?”
“No, I was just looking.”
“Don’t lie to me,” I warn.
“Okay,” she admits. “I commented. Maybe asked some questions.”
Oh, I know. Her username caught my attention. LittleCuriousV. I’m not sure why. Maybe because I’d been down this rabbit hole out of curiosity myself. I read everything she’d written. With each word, I started to grow jealous of the people responding to her. That’s when I went off the deep end. I haven’t had any sane thoughts since. Not when it comes to my Lucy.
I started by tracking her IP. It was my system, after all. From there, it wasn’t hard to find out who she was. I proceeded to make a dummy site where I managed to pull her over. It looked like a clone of Anomio, except I had bots making posts and filling in comments. The only real person she talked to from there on out was me. That took the edge off slightly, knowing no other men were going to take advantage of her innocence.
I was able to lure her out, but she was a good girl. She never gave me the pictures I requested or her number on the site. It was both irritating and reassuring. But I wanted more. So, I made other plans to get them.
Because I too am a lot like Lucy when it comes to sex. It never appealed to me. I was introverted as a teen, and when I graduated early, I stuck to my computer. I built my career and came to terms with the fact that I was most likely asexual. Until her. Then a whole fucking Pandora’s box opened, and now there’s no closing it.
"From now on, I’ll be the only one you come to with questions." I release my hold on her chin.
"Why should I?"
"I already told you. You're mine. Now finish eating." Lucy purses her lips but does as she’s told.
I can tell she's turned on from the flush of her cheeks and how she can't sit still. I could drag her to bed now, but I want her as desperate for me as I am for her. I'm on a timetable, and I need her begging for me.
Not that she would ever really need to. I’m not going anywhere, but I’m also not playing a dating game. I want her in my bed every night. Where I go, she goes. That won't be easy if she’s fighting me the whole way.
Then there’s the little issue of having to deal with that overprotective brother of hers. It would be easier if she accepts her fate. Our fate really.
I polish off my bowl of stew, and of course it’s perfect. Just like her. This isn’t the first time I've had her food. It’s also not the only time I've been inside her house. After learning as much as I could about her online, I realized I needed more. There are certain things you can’t learn by reading up on someone. You need to be in their space to truly understand them.
I’ve always been the obsessive type. Typically, it's with a work project. Once I lock in on something, I need to know everything. But my obsession has never been with a person, and it’s different. The knowledge is never-ending, and I can't predict what will happen next. There will always be more, and I want all of her.
Lucy watches me when I stand, taking my bowl over to the sink and rinsing it before putting it in the dishwasher.
“What are you doing?”
“Tidying up. I know you don’t care for a mess.” Her brows lift a fraction. I'm sure she’s surprised that I know these small details about her.
“I didn’t know the uber-rich cleaned.”
“I didn’t grow up with a silver spoon in my mouth.”
“I know,” she responds, then swiftly shoves a chunk of bread into her mouth, aware that she's given herself away.
“Been researching?” I know she has. The process of hacking her system and cloning it was child’s play for me. I know everything she does digitally. Even on her phone. I was determined to learn as much as possible about her. How else was I going to get her to fall in love with me? That’s what girls want, isn’t it?
I’ve never been in love or loved anyone. The foster system isn't a particularly loving environment. But Lucy is different. I could love her. Hell, I already do. It would explain all my actions because this really is starting to go beyond obsession. I don’t just need, I also need her to want me back.