Where was he?
Chapter 34
Dean
A man who contemplates revenge keeps his wounds green.
Francis Brown
It was the following morning after hearing the news about Tyler and Ian. In a fit of rage, I had been up the whole night. I was starting to let her in, then she fucking did that to me. Again.
Not anymore. Operation Lotus was back on track. I wasn’t letting her get to me again, and I wasn’t going to take any prisoners. I knew the time was coming to a close soon, but I was too wrapped up in getting pussy-whipped by the one fucking person I set out to hurt in the first place.
No more.
Last night, I was so angry, I wasn’t thinking straight. When I found out she went home alone, I went in search of her. Lord knows what I would have said or done, but I was filled with so much anger that I didn’t care. It was only when I got to her apartment and saw her passed out on the bed that I started thinking more clearly. I never touched her. In fact, I pulled the cover over her so she didn’t get cold. How sick was that?
I couldn’t help it, though. Before I left, I just had to turn the toilet paper around the other way. Call it childish, call it having a temper tantrum. I don’t care. It was the one thing I could do to tell her I was still here, still watching her, and still very much in her life. There was no escaping my wrath now. I had become compliant towards Tyler. I had opened up a little and let her in. I had let her see a part of who I was now. She was never meant to see any of me. Not before it was too late. Not before she had fallen after I dragged her down with me. I warned her I was a demon. I warned her demons could never love. She, like every other woman, had tried to change me. Why does every woman want to change the way a man was? Why was it they found it so challenging to reel them in, only to rip their fucking hearts out?
No more.
It was only when I began to leave that I heard her in her sleep. “Dean…,” she called out. I froze, letting the rage come again. She had no right to dream about me when she was out sticking her tongue down another man’s throat and letting him touch her in places I’m only allowed to.
Only me!
When I got home, I tried to sleep, but it was no use. I ended up using my punching bag to let off steam. Exercise away the throbbing in my head, punch away every fucking thought I ever had about Tyler. It was in my rage that I began to form a plan. A plan I was to execute soon enough. But, first, I had to take her one last time. I had to make her realise she was mine and would never belong to anyone else. If she wanted her demon to act like one, that’s what I’d fucking do.
So I waited until nightfall and got ready. I took the Jag this time because I had been using the other two cars too often. It was time for a change…in more ways than one.
I parked the car and took the stairs up to her apartment. It was a cold, crisp night tonight. The kind of night you could see the steam coming from your mouth. It was just like me and just how I liked it: cold and unforgiving.
I walked through her door and noticed she was sleeping. She moaned and turned to me. It was almost as if she knew I was there before I even made a sound. Was she that aware of me?
I smiled despite myself. No matter who she let touch her, she would never escape the one person who could give her everything.
Me.
“Lotus,” she whispered, rubbing her sleepy eyes. She was naked, of course, which brought another smile to my face. She was learning fast.
“Get on all fours. Now!” I roared.
Tyler instantly froze, a hint of fear and what looked like lust in her eyes. I thought she would disobey me, demand to know what had gotten into me, but she complied. I walked towards her and noticed her breathing was hitched. She was looking towards me now, but I wasn’t going to let her see.
“Face forward,” I commanded and she did without a second glance. I gazed upon her naked form, admiring the way the curve of her back dipped slightly. Her hair was resting on her back and her ass was presented so beautifully, my dick strained with agony to get at it.
I couldn’t deny it. Tyler was exceptionally beautiful. Possibly the most beautiful woman I would ever meet, but it still didn’t take away the fact she was a witch. A woman born to use her beauty for all it was worth. She was a woman who deserved wealth, deserved the finer things in life that go along with that beauty of hers. And I hoped that when this was over, she would find someone who could give that to her. But she would never be completely free of me. She would never be able to love a man or have a man touch her the way I know I could I would always haunt her. Her Dean. Her Lotus.
As I circled her, I could feel the desire in Tyler. A desire for me to touch her. A desire for me to take her in any way possible. A desire to turn around and look at me, look at what I was doing.