10. Roman
10
ROMAN
Micah had called me stupid and obsessive when he found out I was moving into a luxurious apartment building with a fucking lobby and people working in the front, no less.
It wasn’t in our bones to want the finer things in life.
The Stone men were simple creatures, and I would have stayed in my run-down apartment for years if she hadn’t moved in here.
Micah didn’t know Ryleigh had moved into this very same building. Perhaps he thought I was moving here because she was close by, but he didn’t fucking know just how close.
He knew I had asked Kai to point her out to me. And I told my brothers from the club that the Judge’s daughter was mine to deal with… they just didn’t know how I planned on dealing with her.
And I wasn’t going to tell any of them, but especially not Micah.
Not yet.
It wasn’t like I was planning on keeping it a secret. Not for long. It wouldn’t take much for him to figure out why I was here and who was living right next door to me.
Perhaps he was right when he called me stupid and obsessive, but I couldn’t find it in me to regret it.
I had spent so long watching her that I now had her routine down pat.
The fact that I had been able to sneak cameras inside her apartment helped some.
I pulled up the app and watched as she got ready for bed.
It was ten o’clock, and I knew what she would do.
She’d get ready for bed, read for about an hour on her phone, and then turn in for the night.
It usually didn’t take her long to fall into a deep sleep after. Though it seemed like she was getting some rest, most of her nights were spent shifting around in bed as if trying to escape from an imaginary ghost chasing her in her dreams.
The dark marks under her eyes hadn’t improved any, not even after graduating and not having to worry about things like homework and finals.
But she slept until the early morning hours and, like clockwork, would wake up around six and get ready for her day.
If I wasn’t doing anything at that time, I usually spent it watching her get ready, a sort of contentment settling inside of me from watching her get on with her morning routine.
I had cameras installed in her old apartment as well.
That was how I had come to know about her routine so well.
My little prey was a creature of habit.
I should be happy about that, considering how much easier it made things for me, but not for the first time did I feel a tinge of annoyance from the fact that she had little to no sense of self-preservation.
I took a sip of the scotch I had poured out for myself once I got home and watched as she walked back out from the bathroom—the one room in her apartment where I didn’t install a camera—to her bedroom, her lithe body wet from a recent shower, a small towel that barely covered anything wrapped around her, and long thick wavy hair weighed down from the water.
My dick stirred.
She looked fuckable like this.
She looked like she belonged to me, and how I fucking want to make that happen.
Ever since my release from prison, I had been watching her. I didn’t know how many days had passed. Yet, nothing had made this obsession with her go away.
If anything, I was becoming desperate.
I was becoming someone my brothers at the club didn’t recognize, considering I hardly saw any of them.
Hardly spent any time at the club unless it was business related. Any free time I had was spent watching her.
I set the glass down just as she pulled the towel away, showcasing her naked body.
The cameras were one of the best in the market.
There wasn’t any gritty image to distract from such a stunning view, and I lapped up everything I could see, from her small perky tits, the nipples hardened from the cold, down to her trim waist, flat belly, a cute little belly button, and finally to the neatly trimmed, mouthwatering pussy.
Sometimes she’d had a Brazilian, and sometimes she left a little strip, teasing me. Whatever it was, I found it to be equally titillating.
I pulled down my fly and pushed the denim over my aching cock, fisting roughly as I watched her walk around the room naked. If I didn’t know any better, I would have said she was putting on a show just for me.
And what a captivated audience I made .
I swiped my thumb over my tip, seeing some pre-cum seeping out when she turned and showed me her pale ass.
Was she the kind of girl who loved ass-play? Or was she sensitive enough that I could make her come simply by touching her nipples, sucking on them, pinching…
Fuck.
I let out a small groan and stoked myself faster.
And the little minx wasn’t putting on clothes and getting ready for bed like I thought.
No, she lay down in the middle of her bed, giving me the perfect view of her full body.
She spread her legs and let her hands travel slowly down her body, stopping at her tits and playing with her nipples.
Her head tilted back, and I could only imagine the sweet moan she’d let out from that.
I was so close to coming, I didn’t think I could wait for her to finish first.
That was how desperate she had made me.
Her hands moved down, and she spread her legs.
I couldn’t see, but I bet she was wet.
I wondered just who she was thinking about as she touched herself.
Whoever he was, he would be smart to leave her alone, or I would make sure the fucker ceased to exist… slowly… painfully…
Her hips started to thrust in rhythm with her hand.
I squeezed my dick to keep from coming too soon, moving along with her hips and imagining sinking inside her tight little pussy.
And she would be tight.
She hadn’t dated anyone since I showed up.
I made sure of that.
My sweet little prey was probably getting frustrated after months of having no one play with her pussy .
Soon .
“Fuck,” I gritted out. “Come,” I said to the monitor.
I didn’t know how long I could keep this up, but I didn’t want to lose control before her.
She threw her head back, her mouth opened, and her hand quickened over her slit.
I could see a hint of arousal glinting through the camera, and that was what pushed me over the edge.
With a shout, I came over my hand, trying—and failing—to hold on to my bearings.
Fuck, but I couldn’t even remember the last time I had come that hard.
Perhaps my first time with a girl…
I didn’t know, and I didn’t care.
All I could think about was how fucking sweet it would be when this girl was finally mine.
And she would be mine, Judge Hudson be damned.
It was past midnight when I opened the door to my apartment and looked out to the dimly lit hallway.
This building was probably one of the nicest places I had ever lived.
It wasn’t like I couldn’t afford to move to somewhere like this before. The club had been taking off in the last five years, and we had more money hidden away than we knew what to do with.
But I couldn’t give two fucks about the finer things in life.
Men like me excelled in darkness. That was where I would have stayed had Ryleigh not decided to move to the city instead of back home to her parents like I had expected.
It was working in my favor .
Things would have been harder had she been under the watchful eyes of her mother.
I frowned.
I still didn’t know what the hell was so important that they couldn’t be bothered to come to their daughter’s graduation.
From the research I’d done, she was a princess in their eyes.
And her mother was extremely protective.
Her records were spotty at fourteen, when her parents pulled her out of the private school they’d sent her to, the reason unknown to the public.
I kept my head down and walked from my room to hers.
I had already hacked into the security system of the building—which fucking sucked to begin with—but still, it was better to be careful.
Pulling out my own copy of the master key of the building, the one I had been able to snatch and make a copy of before someone even noticed it was missing, I unlocked Ryleigh’s front door.
I was met with darkness.
It was a good thing she didn’t have any pets.
It made it easier to sneak around.
I didn’t even know why I was doing this.
I shouldn’t be taking this risk. She could wake up in the middle of the night and find me standing there, or someone could see and report it to the police.
Yet, I couldn’t stop myself—didn’t want to stop myself.
I pushed her bedroom door open and walked inside.
A small night light was on in the corner, giving enough light that I could just make out her features.
Her brows wrinkled a bit, as if in the middle of a bad dream, and without thinking, I gently pressed my thumb in the middle, smoothing out the small crease there .
She eased as soon as I touched her, as if I had the power to bring her comfort.
I could laugh over that.
I wasn’t the kind of man who could bring comfort to others.
I was the kind that incited fear and nightmares.
But I had already decided her sense of self-preservation sucked shit, so it wasn’t really surprising.
I let my hand come up to the top of her head, taking in the silky-smooth strands of her hair, imagining running my fingers through it before fisting it in my hand as I fucked her from behind.
What a fucking lovely image that made.
I shifted, trying to talk down the half-mast I was currently sporting, taking in her delicate features.
She let out a small breath of air, shifting a bit on the bed until the covers moved down, showing off one delicate shoulder to my gaze.
The thin little camisole she had on, held up by thin spaghetti straps, was nothing against me.
I could have easily torn the fabric to shreds with my bare hands.
Her mouth opened slightly, but her breath still came out in an even beat, which told me she was still off in her own little dream world—the one place that was inaccessible to me.
I must be going insane if I suddenly found myself jealous of her thoughts and dreams.
Possessive, more like, but I wasn’t too keen on putting a label on it.
I pushed the thin strap down her shoulder, exposing more skin.
My heart beat in tandem with her breath as I moved the fabric out and bared one tit to my view .
Fuck me, but she was even more perfect in person.
I let my fingers roam down to her pretty little nipple, loving the way it puckered from my touch.
“How the hell am I supposed to let you go now?” I whispered to her.
There was no response. Not that I had expected one.
I pulled away, my hands clenching in tight fists to keep from reaching out and grabbing her, taking her with me. Sure, she would struggle, and I might even scare her a bit—at first.
But I would treat her well.
I would show her how fucking amazing it was to be mine.
No other stupid fuckers would ever hurt her.
I would surround her entirely with me until all that was left in her universe was the man who would own her completely.
And she would be there willingly.
There was just no other way.
There was no way for me to feel like this over the girl and for her to not feel anything for me in return.
I brushed some of the hair away from her face and leaned down. I pressed a chaste kiss on her forehead.
Soon.
Soon, she would be mine.
In every single way possible for her to be mine.