Dexter

Good girl, my ass. She was a fucking tease, pretending that she didn’t know what she was doing to me in the sauna. I wanted to see if she liked the challenge. The neighbours, my reputation—I didn’t fucking care. I wanted her and I was prepared to take a risk.

Staring straight back at her innocent wide eyes, I was done with being the other Dexter. 

She was panting, bending over to catch her breath; she must have run all the way up the stairs. It was good that she was taking me seriously. I grabbed her by the elbow and dragged her back to our joined corridor, pushing...