Chapter 183: Chapter 183

Tor POV

My brain spins round and round like a merry-go-round that's tilting off its axis. This moment, my response, could change everything. Do I do the right thing and reply as her lifelong friend? Say something polite? Or do I show her a piece of the man she's playing with?

I'm tired of the fight.

I'm lonely.

I want to play.

My fingers fly defiantly over the keyboard, leading me straight into the fire.

Me: Are you kidding? I fucking love them. You look incredible. Are there more?

Kyra: Yes.

Me: I want to see them. Please.

I feel dizzy and intoxicated as more pictures flood my screen. I'm like a rabid junkie getting a fix, and I can't get enough. All the photos are classy and sensual, but they capture her perfectly in a way I've been trying to pretend for months that I haven't noticed. She's turned into a drop-dead gorgeous woman with a body that could very well turn me into an animal and make me beg for just five minutes with her.

Me: How did your hair grow so fast?

Kyra: It's an extension. They clip on.

Me: Oh. The way it hides you but gives just enough of a peek is driving me crazy. It's the perfect tease.

Kyra: I could grow my hair that long if you want.

Me: No. I like you exactly as you are. Don't ever change for anyone. Not even me.

Kyra: Do you really like them? I've never posed like this before. Do I look awkward?

Me: Hell no. I love them. I can't stop looking at them. It's killing me. They're so tiny on my screen.

Kyra: I was really hoping you would like them. I was nervous.

Me: Don't be. Did you send these to Sailor?

I'll go into an all-out rage if she says yes. I'll hunt that fucker down and smash his phone and beat him until any memory of seeing her like this is gone from his brain. I can't stand sharing women anymore, and there is no way in hell I could ever share her.

Kyra: God no. I would never do that. He's just a friend. Some of these are for my portfolio and the others are just for me to have.

I lick my lips and adjust my throbbing cock under the sheets. I swear I want to paw at my phone screen right now just to have any piece of her I can get. This is sheer torture.

Me: Why did you send these, Kyra? What are you trying to do to me?

Kyra: I want you to see ME. I want you to want me like I want you.

The air leaves my lungs. Is she trying to kill me? Does she have any idea what she's saying? And the effect it's having on my thumping heart and other southern regions of my anatomy?

Me: Make no mistake, Angel. I want you. Bad.

Fuck. I've completely lost my mind. We should stop this before it goes too far into places we have no right to be in and will never be able to back ourselves out of without some major damage.

But it feels so good.

Kyra: I want to see you. Send me a picture of you.

Me: No. I don't do selfies.

Kyra: Please? I love all your muscles and your tattoos. I won't show anyone. It's only for me to look at when I'm alone.

My heart feels like it's going into cardiac arrest, pounding in my chest so hard I can hear it, and my head is thundering with the aftershock of her words. She wants me. She wants me to want her.

Ugh. It's all so fucking wrong. Taboo at its finest.

The devil plants his ass on my shoulder. It's just playful texting, though, right? I'm not touching her. She's hours and miles away from me. It's late and dark. We're sleepy. It's safe.

Before I can change my mind, I turn on my bedside lamp, push the covers down low around my hips, and snap a picture. I crop it just a few inches below my navel to make sure my hard-on isn't visible. She'll like this one because it shows my hair all messy around my shoulders — which I always catch her eyeing — plus my chest, abs, and all the ink that comes with it. I always assumed she was too young to appreciate all the work I put into my body, but apparently she's not. I hit send and wait.

Kyra: Ohmy. wow. Thank you xoxox

Me: Do you like it?

Kyra: I love it. Your muscles are just wow. Thank you for including your hair for me. :-) And that ab V or whatever it's called...omg. Faints

There's a big goofy smile on my face that I'm not used to. I've never had this cute flirting stuff with anyone before. She's kidnapping me into her world, and I'm slowly surrendering, a willing hostage.

Kyra: I have a few more of me…

Five more photos come through. While these are thankfully less sexy, they are just as beautiful. She's wearing a mint green sundress that brings out her eyes. She's sitting on a wicker swing I recognize as being on Katherine's front porch. She's more natural in these photos, with no hair extensions and less makeup, but she looks breathtaking, older, and elegant.

The last picture, however, instantly becomes my favorite. It's a moody setting, grainy black and white, taken in her bedroom at the Inn. She's standing at the window with her back to the camera, completely nude. The thin gauzy curtain blows behind her like a veil. Her perfect round ass and the swell of her breast are visible through the curtain as the light from the window gives her a beautiful silhouette, accentuating all her curves.