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Instead, I take off my top, letting him see me in my black lace bra through the safety of the glass. My hands roam up my body and latch onto my breasts. My hands knead as wetness pools at my center. What would it be like if he came into my apartment in the middle of the night and touched me while I slept?

Chapter 3

VANCE

I’m like a junkie picking at the scab that drugs leave behind. Only this addiction isn’t imaginary. Thoughts of Clarissa are like the sweet release of opium in my veins.

I can’t shake her from my mind. She’s like a bolt of lightning forging her way into the darkness. I can’t eat, drink, or sleep. I’ve turned into a pussy, fixated on her.

I walk through the haze of delusion, thinking about her raven hair and sweet bubblegum scent. Nothing in my life seems to matter. My entire world is now a restless blur. Sleepless nights have led to an obsession that has me parked outside her apartment, night after night.

The first night I went to her apartment, I sat in the car and stared at her window like a fucking pervert. It was like a hit from a joint, but I needed something stronger, something to bring me into oblivion. I foolishly thought that if I saw her again, I would snap out of whatever trance she’d put me in, but the addiction only worsened.

I abandon every responsibility, becoming consumed with learning every minuscule aspect of her life. I watch her as she packs her things and runs to the subway, her large backpack falling loosely on one arm while she clutches a cup of hot coffee in the other.

I follow her at the college campus. Usually, she’s alone, but occasionally, I see her talking to a classmate. She doesn’t seem to have a meaningful connection with anyone.

It pleases me that she avoids the men who surround her. I’m not sure if it’s shyness or disinterest on her part, but it’s clear the guys want to get into my girl's pants. I crack my knuckles as I watch the boys earnestly to ensure none cross the line with my raven. I know how to stay calm. I know how to be focused. But with her, my control is paper thin. Gone in a flash.

My raven is smart. Her course load is all physics and calculus. I sit in the back of her classes and observe as she scribbles on a piece of paper, trying to keep up with the cocksucker professor.

Occasionally, she raises her hand and asks him to repeat himself. The motherfucker rolls his eyes as if she’s a burden making an unreasonable request. The asshole is talking too fast for her to catch everything coming out of his mouth. I want to put a gun to his head so he can experience the discomfort he’s causing her. I make a mental note to pay him a visit, so he knows who he’s messing with.

After classes, Clarissa usually runs home and stays in all night.I camp outside her place, watching from the backseat of my car. I get Enzo, my manager at the club, to make runs, bringing me food and anything else I need. I don’t even shower. I live in my car. I want to be close if she needs me or, God forbid, she’s ever in danger.

One morning, she skips school and heads to another apartment. A tiny redhead opens the door. They hug before rushing inside, running in and out every few minutes as they load up a small Coupe.

A man approaches, following them out. He slurs his words and can barely stand up straight as he yells at them, calling them whores and pieces of trash.

I see red. My blood catches fire. I’m about to get out of my car and bust the fucker’s head on the pavement when Clarissa and the redhead get into the Coupe and drive off. I follow them. The drunken man can wait for another time.

The redhead drops my raven back at her place before hugging her and driving away.

I desperately want to be close to her, to know what she’s doing. What does she eat? What’s her favorite drink? Does she sleep in pajamas or completely naked, like me?

When I can’t take it anymore, I look for ways to get inside her space. There’s no way I’ll let anyone else watch her. I don’t trust anyone else with my raven.

The first opportunity I get, I break into her apartment.

It’s midnight, and her place is a dive, cramped and poorly lit. She lives in a studio with barely enough space to move around. One tiny room encompasses a barely functional kitchen and an area with a fold-out sofa formed into a bed.

My sweet angel is lying there, folded on her side. She looks so fragile in sleep. Her perfect red lips are slightly parted, and her black hair fans across the pillow. A small room to the side contains a stained toilet and a bathtub that desperately needs replacing.

There’s no way I’ll allow her to keep living like this. A fuckin’ animal deserves better than this pile of shit.

I open her fridge and peer at the contents inside. Coffee cream, peanut butter, and a loaf of bread. Her cupboards don’t offer any better—a box of crackers and some ramen noodles. No wonder she’s so thin. She barely eats. I’ll fix that, even if I have to tie her to a chair and force a steak down her throat.

I remember what it was like, worrying about how we were going to pay the electricity and food bills. The perpetually anxious expression on my mother’s face is etched into my memory. She protected my sister from all the worries, but I was the man of the house after my father died. The responsibility fell on me, so I did what was needed to keep them safe, even if it meant risking my safety.

I glance at my Raven sleeping soundly. She has no clue that a predator is roaming free in her space, a predator who has become fixated on her and will do anything to possess her. At that moment, I vow she’ll never go hungry again.

I slowly open the tap, and a violent creaking blares into the room. My eyes shoot to Clarissa, who’s still sleeping, oblivious to my presence. Even the fucking taps don’t work correctly. Nothing in her small space is good enough for my girl.

I focus on a small dresser beside a rolling rack that she’s using as a makeshift closet. I pull open the top drawer to see an array of panties. Nothing too extravagant, mostly basic cotton in black, white, and nude. I take a black pair and bring them to my nose. Regretfully, they don’t hold her scent, but I know they’ve been on her soft skin.

She moves restlessly in her sleep, and the blanket covering her shifts with her movements, exposing her tit. She’s not wearing a bra, and one perfect pink nipple is exposed to my ravenous eyes. My dick is instantly rock hard. I adjust myself, knowing the only thing that will end my torment is release.

I approach her bed and unzip my pants, holding my dick like a pervert. I know what I’m doing is wrong, but the need is too great. I lick my hand before placing it on my length. I pump my cock, slowly at first, picturing her tongue licking me from root to tip like I’m her favorite flavor lollipop.