Chapter 4

Oliver

Hm, oh, little Dove, you shouldn't look at me that way. Why does she do this to me? I felt a profound tremor from her stare, her eyes round, doe-like. I have to stop myself, because what I wouldn’t give to force her to her knees right here in this alley -is a very short list. To fill her luscious mouth with every inch the gods have blessed me with. Her face glistening with tears, as her lips stretched to take me.

The joy of ‘getting off’ to her screams, as they ricocheted from every brick, was riveting. A small laugh escapes my mouth as I notice she is gnawing at her bottom lip. What are you thinking, little Dove? I grant her a few steps toward me before I vanish into the darkness of the alley.