Chapter 17
Leo
A s Nora pushes me away, I realize she’s more perfect for me than I ever realized. She too is damaged, perhaps beyond repair. No matter how good for her a man like Max might be, it isn’t Max she needs. He can’t complete her, can’t help her fill in the cracks.
She needs me.
She needs my darkness, craves it. I’ve not watched her from the shadows for a week now.
I close my eyes remembering the look of ecstasy on her face as she came, her eyes fixed on mine.
God, she’s so fucking perfect. The fact that she pushed Max away shows she realizes she doesn’t need a man like him.
Something about that makes me happy. When she kissed me—as Max—it took all I could not to lose control.
To kiss her back like I was claiming her, to show her who I really am.
While I want to be inside her so badly it hurts, each time she pushes max away it only makes me more certain that it’s me she wants.
I listen to her cries and it kills me I can’t go to her. But she needs to accept who she is and what she needs. Max isn’t enough.
I am.
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I watch her closely over the next few days.
She is so beautifully sad it’s hard for me to remain out of sight, yet I know she needs time.
A rush of pleasure runs through me every time I notice her looking for me, the small frown of disappointment on her face at night when I’m not outside her window.
Yet like a good girl, she keeps her curtains open, the window unlocked.
She doesn’t know that I can still enjoy her shows thanks to the security system I installed.
Whatever she can see on her phone, I can see on my clone.
It’s not as good as being close to her, but it’s pretty damn phenomenal.
I need to be patient though. Already Nora is realizing that she craves me, she has to need me, want me.
With Max keeping his distance and Mike dealt with, she relaxes back into her routine, accepting the news of Mike’s resignation easily and with a sigh of relief.
As if I’d let him walk back into her life.
He’ll not be walking anywhere now. They haven’t found him yet.
I could have made him disappear permanently, vanish into thin air like my other enemies.
But for a man like Mike, someone would probably miss him and ask questions. They’ll get their answers soon.
Today is Nora’s first late shift since the incident with Mike. I feel confident that she’s ready for me now, ready to accept that it’s me she truly wants, so I test my theory, making a little bit of noise and allowing her to see me at the end of her shift when the library is empty.
Her breath hitches, but she isn’t afraid. “Where did you go?” she asks softly.
“ Ya nikogda ne ostavlyal tebya ,” I reply. I never left you.
I disappear into the shadows again, but I know when I come for her tonight, she’ll be waiting.
There’s a spring in her step as she walks home. She’s happy I’m back.
She’s so eager for me that she rushes through her usual nighttime routine.
I smile to myself as I watch her slip into a new, sexy negligee and get into bed.
She hesitates whether or not to turn the light out, and I frown.
While it would be a treat to be able to fully see her, I need the darkness for what I have planned.
Thankfully, Nora concludes that the night’s embrace is what she needs.
It helps her to relax and let go of her inhibitions, to succumb to the dark within us both.
I hear her breath as she lies there, pretending to try to sleep, playing her part in our nightly performance. My cock twitches in anticipation of what’s to come. Tonight, I’m changing the script.
I quietly turn the key in the lock, the one I had cut from the spare set after she changed them.
Despite Max’s best efforts, she only ever locks the main one, making it easier for me to slip in quietly.
I’m familiar enough with the layout of her place now to move around in the darkness without stumbling.
It’s only when I reach her bedroom door that the squeak of the hinges gives my presence away.
Nora’s breath hitches in surprise when she sees me there, my shape just a silhouette in the shadows.
When I don’t move, she calms. Thanks to the streetlight that bathes her bed in soft glow, I can see her perfectly while she cannot see me.
I’m dying to move closer, to touch her, to taste that perfect cunt I know is already wet for me, but she has to be the one to lead this. It has to be her choice.
I can see that she’s desperate to give in to her base desires. She bites her lip as she contemplates it and I let out a low, rumbling growl of arousal at the sight.
“I don’t like to be touched. I mean, I can’t be touched,” she says, the words coming out in a rush.
“Why?” I ask.
Her eyebrows jump up, whether from the question or surprise that I can speak English, I can’t be sure.
“My father molested me when I was young. Ever since then… I can’t.
He didn’t rape me or touch me down there or anything, but he made me do things to him.
I don’t like being grabbed or feeling trapped by a man.
It’s complicated…” She trails off, appearing confused by her admission.
As if wondering why I would be the first person she’d share this with.
“I won’t touch you,” I reply, though I want to say that I will kill her father for harming her. Yet another reason I want Eamonn Quinn dead.
I didn’t think it was possible to hate that man any more than I already did. I try to control the murderous rage I feel. I will take care of her father in time. Right now, I need to focus on Nora, on what she needs. What I need.
I move toward the chair at the end of her bed where I have the perfect view. I watch as she wrestles with whether or not to ask me any questions. However, we both know what I’m here for.
“Take off your clothes,” I say, keeping my voice low to not spook her.
She barely hesitates before doing as I command. Her nipples harden, and I see her reservations over what she’s doing melt away as she gives in to the pull of sweet release.
True to my word, I don’t touch her. I simply watch as she pleasures herself.
By the third night, Nora has grown more confident, more eager for me.
“Touch yourself, I want to watch you too,” she begs, and I’m happy to oblige.
I watch as her eyes widen, taking in my length, how thick and hard she makes me.
I take my time, stroking my shaft as I watch her fingers delve into the warmth between her legs.
With the gloves I can’t feel myself and I can almost believe it’s her soft hands touching me.
I can smell her arousal and it’s fucking divine.
It takes every ounce of control I have not to take her right now, but I know it will be all the sweeter for taking my time.
After all, Nora isn’t just some girl.
She’s mine.
Nora moans and shudders as she brings herself closer to orgasm. She’s grown more adept at pleasuring herself, but I can’t wait to show her just how much better it will get with me. After she crashes over the edge, I throw myself over with her, coming hard into my hand.
This woman has no idea the effect she has on me.
By the sixth night, Nora says the words I’ve been yearning to hear.
“Touch me.”
But I know my Nora. Such a strong yet delicate creature, likely to bolt if spooked or pushed into too much too soon. So I limit myself to purely pleasuring her in the one way I know she hasn’t been touched.
Nora’s experiences of intimate contact have been controlling, forceful, and for a man’s pleasure only. She has no idea what she can be given. That sex isn’t just for taking.
I move to the curtains, pulling them closed, removing what little light remained in the room before. Nora’s breath quickens, a mixture of fear and aroused anticipation for what’s to come.
“Move to the edge of the bed and spread your legs,” I order.
She does as she’s told without hesitation. I know she’s fearful that she won’t be able to handle it, that my reaction won’t be as gentlemanly as Max’s. I think part of her finds that thought arousing. She likes the threat I pose, the risk involved with this game we’re playing.
I drop to my knees before her and breathe in, savoring the delicious scent of her. My cock immediately springs to attention, and I make a low rumbling sound that comes from deep within.
I take my time, wanting to savor the moment, enjoying her eager panting as she awaits what’s to come. Finally, I let myself taste her, languidly trailing my tongue along her slit to her clit. She tastes even better than she smells.
“Oh my god,” she gasps as I slowly begin to circle her clit with my tongue, alternating between short and long strokes.
She squirms and writhes at the new sensation, and I have the satisfaction of knowing I’m the first to pleasure her this way. There won’t be a second man.
She’s all mine.
I increase my pace, licking and sucking her clit as she moans and cries out, far louder than she ever has under her own touch. I tease her slit with my finger, marveling at how wet and eager for me she is before slipping it inside.
“Holy shit,” she groans.
I could do this all day. I can already feel her pussy tightening as she nears her climax, so unaccustomed to the pleasure I can bring her that she’s ready to explode so soon.
But I don’t stop when I feel her shuddering and climaxing in my mouth, her juices running down my fingers.
I keep going, wanting to show her just how amazing sex can be with me.
“Fuck!” she screams as she comes again and again.
I let her buck and writhe under me, not wanting to taint the moment by restricting or touching her in any other way but for pleasure. There will be time for that to come.
When the final, most powerful orgasm hits her like a tidal wave, only then do I slow my tongue and stop thrusting my fingers into her soaking wet pussy.
I gently withdraw them, licking them clean and tasting her.
Nora gasps at what I’m doing, but she’s so spent, so utterly satisfied, that she doesn’t have the energy to overthink.
Not wanting anything to spoil her high, I slip away into the night.
I’m confident now that Nora is as addicted to me as I am to her.