I Heart You

An eBook By Aurora Black.

Prologue

He knew her. Perhaps more than anyone had ever dared. He knew what she wanted. From the depth of depravity in her novels, he knew the darker side of the shining public image.

The man sat before the large television, staring straight ahead. Other than the harsh glare of the screen, there was no light in the room. He didn't care, and focused all his concentration on the image that danced across the screen. Rachel Malone. In silence, he observed the woman, the television muted. He didn't need sound; it ruined his enjoyment of the show. He didn't need to hear the multitude of inane questions the journalist asked her. He already knew which ones they were and how she would react to them, even which facial expressions she would use while responding.

She was an open book. He wanted to read her from cover to cover before ripping out its pages and scattering them upon the floor. He wanted to tear her apart like paper, make her scream. He wanted to possess her, body and soul. He wanted her to beg for mercy for the pain she caused him.

His cock gave a little twitch inside his jeans at the thought, and he lightly traced his fingers over the growing bulge. She'll be ours soon enough.

Breathing hard, he unbuttoned his fly and eased his hardened cock from its confines. His attention to the screen remained constant. He spit into his open palm. He shuddered with excitement while spreading the moisture to his dick, jacking it slowly as themuted interview continued.

In the studio, the journalist grinned cheerfully as he sat across from the famous author. The viewer moved his hand faster on the pulsing shaft, licking his lips at the sight of Rachel's image on television.

"Bitch...Gonna get you..." His voice husky with arousal, tinted with rage.

Behind him stood a low table, bare except for a single sheet of paper. It was an early valentine for his prey. Taken from newspaper clippings, the pasted letters spelled out his message loud and clear. He was coming for her, and there was nothing she could do to escape his wrath.

The man grunted rhythmically, thrusting his hips upward to meet the strokes of his fist.

Fucking bitch...romance writer. All of them are ungrateful bitches. They fucking hate men. They're always writing about the perfect man who doesn't exist, so no one's ever good enough for them. She's the worst of them all. I'll make her pay.

Groaning loudly, he closed his eyes and a flurry of images came to him as his climax drew near. He imagined her kneeling before him, sobbing and choking on his cock. He envisioned himself bending her over and ramming her hard, pounding her holes without mercy as she screamed for him to stop. Inside his mind, she called him Master. The room echoed with his roar of release.

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