Alexander
It started with Raf. Meeting her. Unraveling her. Watching her slip from his grasp. That could’ve been the end. But the universe, he’d learned, had a way of course-correcting.
Because Lili came next. Then Casey. And now everything is falling into place. Step by step, Raf is being led back—to him. To needing me.
The photos on his screen stare back at him now. Raf, sprawled across her bed, lace clinging to curves, one strap fallen, lips parted mid-moan. Another: caught in the mirror, her back arched, fingers gripping the vanity’s edge, that same naughty, knowing smirk.
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The last: Raf tangled in sateen sheets, her expression flushed and slick with the unmistakable sheen of release. Of desire. Of pleasure.
That dirty, little, slut…
The pics weren’t meant for him. But now they belong to him, just as designed. He lingers on one. Sleazier than expected. Desperate, even, behind the lust. Almost too easy, he tells himself, aroused.
Then he saves them to his phone and unzips his pants.