11
Ricky
No harm in watching her dance, I’d told myself.
No harm in sneaking into her house since there was no one around to witness my weakness, either. What Butcher didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. How many times had I used that excuse in my past to hide my sins?
Fuck.
I gripped the damn steering wheel hard as f**k, and when she crooked her finger at me, pointing to her feet, I groaned. She wanted me to worship at her goddamn feet, and I realized I would offer up what was left of my goddamn soul to please her.
Fucking weak prick.
That demon didn’t stop me from slamming the truck into gear and approaching her house in near silence.
She held her stance against the doorjamb, acting all sexy at ease while I hopped out of my truck and moved toward her, but her parted lips and straining
