Haunting-Adeline

Chapter 19
The Shadow
don’t regret it. Not any more than when I stuck a gun in her cunt and
made her come.
I
And I know how fucked up that is—to take something without
consent. I know that’s what I’m figh ng against every day.
She hasn’t given it to me yet, but she will. I know my li le mouse be er
than she knows herself. She’s in too much denial to see how drawn she is
to me. If she wasn’t, she wouldn’t ins gate, pushing to get her clit bi en,
knowing damn well I stay true to my word.
If she genuinely wasn’t intrigued, she wouldn’t have texted me back in
the first place.
Her ac ons speak an en rely different language than her words. A
language filled with desire and pleas—she just hasn’t learned to translate it
yet.
Doesn’t make it right, nor does it jus fy it. But I can't make myself regret
tas ng something so fucking sweet—so fucking perfect. Even if she didn’t
want to want it. Because that’s what that was.
She knew I was going to follow through with my threat if she told me to
fuck off again, and she kept doing it anyways. And that tells me that my
li le mouse can’t control how she really feels. This means that whatever
she feels, it’s fucking addic ng.
She fought me so hard ini ally, her anger and ire only turning my blood
to molten lava. The harder she fought me, the harder my cock fought
against the confines of my jeans.
I wanted so badly to release the zipper and plunge myself deep inside
that sweet li le pussy. I was close—too fucking close to doing it. Once
those cries of pleasure reached my ears, and she gripped me in her hold,
shamelessly grinding against my face—I was nearly done for.
The only thing that stopped me was the look on her face.