He walks away, taking all of his bad juju with him. The air instantly feels lighter now that he’s gone, but he managed to still leave an ashy taste in my mouth.
“They’re going to be a problem,” Daya says quietly.
I nod and flag down the waitress. “Add it to the fucking list.”
Chapter 17
The Shadow
F uck. She’s so pretty when she thinks no one is watching.
My little mouse trudges into her bedroom, her tattered slippers dragging against the smooth stone floors. She’s tired. Dark circles are beginning to form underneath her eyes.
I want to smooth them away, just to bring them back again. But I want her to be tired from staying up all night, taking my cock into her body until she’s depleted of all her strength. Even then, I’ll still fuck her.
I deprived myself last time. Refused to touch her with my own hands when she hadn’t earned that from me yet. But watching that gun slide in and out of her pussy was just as torturous for me.
I barely made it to my car before I was coming in my hand, the sweet melody of her smoky cries echoing in my head.
That woman’s voice alone can bring any man to their knees.
And now, she’s wearing nothing but a long white t-shirt, the soft cotton ending mid-thigh. Her rosy nipples poke through the thin material, and my mouth waters with the need to take one into my mouth and suck on it until she’s wriggling beneath me.
I lick my lips. Soon.
Her tantalizing, creamy skin is on full display, and I get hints of her red cotton panties anytime she bends over. Like when she pulls the covers back and pounds her tiny fist into the pillow to fluff it up.
I get a full view of her ass when she slides her feet out of her slippers, and then bends down to arrange them neatly before her nightstand.
My cock hardens, her perfectly round ass overflowing her underwear. Her pussy is on full display. Just a thin piece of fabric separating her from my tongue.
I close my eyes and work to regain control.
I have to be quiet.
She doesn’t know I’m hiding in her closet. Waiting for her to fall asleep so I can stare at her beauty in peace.
Right now, she fears me. Rightfully so.
I’m a dangerous man, and I kill people daily. Not only that, but I enjoy it too.
She should fear me, but only because once she ultimately submits to me, she’ll have no chance of escaping me.
She’s already started to and hasn’t even realized it yet.
I’ve never been in love with anything other than my job. I haven’t even bothered fucking a woman for over a year. I just don’t have time. They were always a quick fuck, and then I’d be off again, the release rarely easing any tension.
After dealing with enough tears and desperate attempts to get me to stay with them, I grew tired of the hassle.
The moment I saw her sitting in that bookstore, working to hide her nerves and anxiety, there I was—a grown-ass man, falling in obsession at first sight.
And now, I feel like a fifteen-year-old boy who just discovered what pussy feels like. Every time I set eyes on her, I’m ready to bust in my jeans just from looking at her.
I want to touch her, kiss her, and make her mine in every sense of the word. Marking her body wasn’t enough. But I get the feeling I will never feel like I’ve had enough of Adeline Seraphina Reilly. At least on paper.
And I have no fucking shame. I never claimed to be a good man.
She slides into her bed, curls up under the duvet, and picks up an old leather book.
Her great-grandmother’s diary.
After Addie had left one day to run errands or some shit, I flipped through the pages.
Her great-grandmother also had a stalker. It made me smile when I realized history was repeating itself.
Addie flips through the diary for an hour, her face pinched with an unreadable emotion as she inhales Gigi’s deepest, darkest secrets. It looks like she’s searching for answers, and the only thing that will give her clarity is her great-grandmother’s words.
Part of her looks disturbed by the diaries. But a bigger part of her seems fascinated. Enthralled. Like she’s trying to picture falling in love with her stalker, and the thought both excites her and makes her deeply uncomfortable.
I want to laugh at that. Because that’s exactly what’s going to fucking happen.
I’m going to make her fall in love with every single fucked up part of me. I want this girl to see me at my most depraved. I want her to experience the true darkness residing in my soul.
When you make someone fall in love with the darkest parts of you, there’s nothing you can do that will scare them away.