Let Me Read You In — Make You Feel My Love

Welcome to Let Me Read You In, where you can hear a chapter of my novels before choosing which world you want to enter.

This is Make You Feel My Love, a dark romance about an obsessive FBI agent, by me, Tierra Cox.

If this chapter catches you, you can find the full book on Amazon or Noir Pages. (starting July 10)

Now, let me read you in.

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Welcome to Let Me Read You In, and this is my Vows of Possession series, a dark romance collection of standalone novels connected by the same world. Each story begins with one paragraph. That's the invitation. The full chapter? That's the trap. You're about to listen to Make You Feel My Love, a psychological dark romance about surveillance, control, and a man whose love becomes indistinguishable from captivity. Anthony Flock is precise, patient, and convinced that Verenia belongs to him. Now, let me read you in. Maybe I can't talk to her today. That's fine. I can be in her home. I can. Oh, this is too good. It's not long until she leaves. I'm standing in front of my door staring at my phone as I watch her through the front door camera. Verenia is smirking. She's on the phone with her friends. A group call. The off shoulder, long sleeve black dress is skinned tight and leaves nothing to my imagination. I'd be eager to get it off of her, but that can wait. It stops just above her knees, and Verenia takes a moment to pull it down before entering her vehicle. There's a tracking device on her car too, attached to the back right wheel well. It'll track her exact location using satellites and pinging off adjacent cell towers for up to five hundred miles. I watch as she slowly backs out of her driveway. Her headlights illuminate the end of the street as she turns out of the neighborhood. The streetlights turn on. Her neighbor, the old widower, exits his house with his schnauzer and begins to walk in the opposite direction. Opening my door, I take a quick look around and exit my front fence. Only ten to fifteen percent of people are truly self aware. I have studied this neighborhood enough to know who is aware and who is not. No one said anything to me when I first moved in, a few glances, but nothing else. I make no note to hide my government vehicle, and in that twenty two percent of people trust the government. The others won't say anything until something untoward happens. I have security in that knowledge, and with so little effort I make my way up Verenia's driveway just out of sight of her cameras and kneel next to a lilac bush. Their sharp, nostalgic floral smell lingers in my nostrils. The sun dies behind two houses at the end of the street, and darkness begins to overshadow this part of the world. Tapping a button on my phone disables the cameras, and I stand up walking through the back gate to enter through the backyard. Varinia likes her privacy, and I'm thankful for the lavender rhododendron bushes. What I don't like and did not suggest were the rose bushes just below her windows. Doesn't matter, I'm going through the door. Gloves on, body covered, hat adjusted, I make my way through the back door and take a deep breath. Oh Virinia A shiver coils through my body and I take my time standing in this spot, making sure I drink in every sight. I've seen the inside of her house before, on camera, but with my own eyes, my gaze on every surface of her home is fueling a need in me that makes my mouth water. Her home is I need to stop. Kneeling down the cold of the floor seeps through my leather gloves and into my knuckles. She keeps her home cool. I like that. I need to steady my brain. I know what I came here for. I know what I want, what she won't miss, what she won't look for, what I can keep, what I can have until I can have her. Her kitchen is immaculate. She had it redone, light blue quartz countertops and grey cabinets. The appliances are black, toaster, confection oven, fridge, microwave, even the utensils, black, mat, pots, spoons, ladles, knives. The floor is hardwood, grey shading with black flecks. Her couch is modern, a peacock blue L shaped sectional. There's a resin pour coffee table in the middle, separating the sofa from the seventy five inch television that she watches the bodyguard on at least once a week. I haven't seen her go more than three days without watching it. That or dancing to nineties R and B or swooning over young Robin Gibb of the Bee Gees. Walking into the living room, my hands linger over the couch, her gold in tables, the remote. Sitting down on the sofa I lean back and close my eyes. I imagine her sitting on my lap, riding me, her fingers around my neck, my hands digging into her waist. There's so much I want to do with her, for her, to her. But not right now. Standing up I touch and check every nook and cranny, but I must not forget what I'm here for. No, no. Cameras have to be installed, and I will route them to the nearest light switch power source so they never have to be charged. I've nearly got every section of downstairs covered. There's no place I won't be able to see. Every so often I check my phone and see that she's staring into it or sending text to her friends who I'm sure are standing next to her about some man they see. By the time I make it to her bedroom I'm nearly overcome with need. I've saved the best for last. Verenia's room. Her bedroom, where she sleeps, slips into unconsciousness, and dreams of a better life. Dreams of a man who will love her with every fibre of his being, where she touches herself. Once the cameras are ready, I check them all on my phone, running through each several times to make sure none need to be adjusted. I want no corner to go missed. Once I'm satisfied, I take a deep breath and pull down my mask. Walking over to the bed, I kneel down and take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her body on the sheets. God, she has no idea how she makes my whole world revolve. This feels so right, and I'm hooked for life on this woman. My tongue grazes the fibers of the duvet, and I swear I can taste her skin. The bathroom, yes. Hurrying into the room I find her brush, and my fingers marvel over the strands of hair trapped in the bore bristles. Her toothbrush. I hold it in my hand and mimic the way I've watched her brush. Setting it back in the cup I pick up a few makeup brushes and give them a gentle whiff. Her body wash, some Korean brand she purchases from Marshall's, smells like crushed pearls and dew. Her body, Lufa, so many things I can finally touch. Lord help me I want to take everything. There's some things I can take, little treasures for later. Verenia keeps a drawer for sexy panties and everyday wear. Tonight she wears sexy panties, but there's a few pears she likes less than others, and it's those that I want. I pocket a bright pink thong from her drawer, but I want today's pear. I carefully fish it from the laundry basket, and I'm overwhelmed by her pheromones. The smell of the day and her natural scent just once. I have to. Laying on her bed, my feet remain on the floor as I pull my hardening cock carefully from the zippered opening. I'm leaking, and it's beginning to hurt, begging to be touched. Fisting Varinia's panties, I push them to my nose and breathe deeply as I rub myself. I have to have her. I just want to be next to her. Maybe I should have followed her tonight. I miss an opportunity to run into her just to touch her. Feel the warmth of her breath on me. My eyes close and I imagine her here kissing me, touching me, telling me how badly she wants me. It doesn't take long. Never does. I've exploded on my hand and jacket, breathing hard as I lay on Verenia's bed. Back in my house. I watch as her car pulls into her driveway. She exits, shoes off but in her hand. She opens her front door, locks it behind her, and I smile. Tomorrow. That was your first glimpse into Make You Feel My Love. Anthony doesn't chase recklessly. He studies, he plans, he waits until escape feels impossible. One paragraph is the invitation. The full chapter is the trap. You can find Make You Feel My Love in Paperback on Amazon. And starting July 10th, it will be available exclusively on Noir pages. See you soon.