It had been years, close to a decade since that Harmon bitch had told him to go away, close to a decade that his heart had been ripped at the seams and stepped on by two words, two single words that seared like a burning iron down his middle.
He'd grown into darkness, falling back and farther into the pit she had once helped pull him out of, but that was years ago, years ago and the emptiness inside him remained with the bitter outline and the sociopathic filling poured into the rest of his person--Not just his heart.
Tate would be lying if he said he had not been stalking her, watching over her, waiting, protecting. Jerking off to the panties she'd discard late night after watching her have a naughty dream, soaking with her...How he missed the taste of her, it was so unfair! Cruel really, to parade around like she did, while he hid invisible, panting and waiting to get inside of her again.
If you want something
Reach out
And take it.
Langdon smirks, running his tongue over his bottom lip thinking exactly that, leaning against the wall outside her room, burning his gaze into the wood, like he was about to set the entire house on fire--Bold, and crazy, he'll never think twice.
"Violet--Oh Violet" Try and ignore him now, when he's knocking on your door with red knuckles, and darkness growling in his throat. "Open up!"
