Chapter Seven
Roman:
Her breathing is deep as she sleeps soundly like an angel in her bed. When she was cleaning her bedroom it was almost like she wanted me to watch through those sheer curtains. There was a pep in her step like she was preparing for something important.
You make it so easy to break in, my sweet girl.
I stand over her, tilting my head to the side, licking my lower lip inward. The comforter angles across her delicious body exposing her left side. My cock hardens from her black underwear pressing into her hips, creating them to stick out over the band slightly. I brush my hand up her exposed stomach as my mouth slightly waters.
Her small white tank-top presses her tits together and her nipples poke against the thin material as I remove my hand from her. She fidgets her thick legs apart, as a mumble creases between her narrowly parted peach lips. I wish I could stay here all night and watch her dream. She turns to her side as I situate my frayed, black rabbit mask on my face. The ears are not long, but it's almost like they are my devil horns.
I thought it was fitting to have because the night my muse inspired me to brand these monsters, was the night she inspired me to wear something that signifies her.
Though, my mask is ill-omened compared to her sweetness.
I tug the chained pocket watch to my palm.
1:01 a.m.
She groans part of my name under her breath, but her airy breathing stops as she pulls the covers over her shoulders. She is thinking of me, like I am thinking of her. I can't help but grin as I lean over her into a hoover. Not sure if she said my name because I scared her yesterday, or if she was genuinely curious about me, but it didn’t matter because she will always be mine.
I tuck the blanket under her as my cock twitches from her lush underside against my hand. She keeps still though as I stand, placing the watch back in my pocket.
The rabbit card flicks between my fingers as I take it out of my pocket, walking to her dresser. I set it next to her hairbrush, placing a single cotton ball on the top. A calling card of sorts, you could say, with a representation of a white rabbit tail for a nice touch. I may wear a mask with a black hood to hide myself, but just like the mask symbolizing her, the calling cards and cotton balls do as well. A way to let her know I was close, always.
Whimpers from her catch my attention, as she moves onto her side. She tosses the covers back, but she hasn't opened her eyes yet. If she does though, it won't bother me if she catches me, because then I can show her to whimper for what she needs.
I will show her what she wants to be a part of, and maybe it will be enough for her to stay away, to truthfully understand. But right now I have to protect her from Stepan and my Father.
I adjust the mask and my hard cock as I tower over her, casting a shadow across her bed.
See you soon, Sweet Rabbit.
Ava
I place my feet on the floor, stretching my arms upward. My body hurts from the stress but quickly turns to fear when I spot a card on my dresser with something white on it, targeting my vision.
My hands shake as I lift the card from a cotton ball.
Funny sure because I am a rabbit. Not.
The same splattered white rabbit is painted on one side and the back only has ‘ My Sweet Rabbit’ hand written on the back again . My vision dazes past the card.
They were here. In my room.
I heave a dresser drawer open, throwing the card and cotton ball in as I take out a black shirt and jeans for the day. I slam it shut and slip on my clothes as I replay what happened yesterday at the Volokhov’s mansion. Today I will be going back. That is if they remember or even care to honor the deal. It’s hard to tell if they would because they are not the most fucking truthful people. I tie my hair into a messy bun and throw on some Vans to head to the Cafe.
I have to get away from my apartment.
Walking past Sarah, I keep my focus on the pitcher of cold-brew.
Sarah shifts toward me, “Uh, is everything ok?”
“Yup, just need some coffee.” I smile at her as I take a sip.
“Oh, ok. Well, good. I didn’t want to wake you but someone has been waiting for you.”
My eyes widen. Maybe Stepan came early then.
“Hey Ava,” Shawn says as he leans on the counter, “So sorry about yesterday, but I thought I could catch you this morning. Would you like to go out for breakfast with me?”
I set the cup down, “Uh, hi. Actually… Though that sounds nice I can’t today. I have plans.”
He sighs with disappointment, “Let me leave my number for you and when you have some free time we should do something fun.”
He was beginning to make me feel uncomfortable, but maybe he was just finally trying to shoot his shot.
I take his business card, “That sounds great. I am so, so sorry again.”
He slaps his forefingers on the counter slightly as he straightens, “No problem. I’ll see you around then.” He shakes his head as he leaves the Cafe, and I can’t help but feel bad.
Sarah pinches my side startling me, “What was that about?”
I roll my eyes and sit at the window table. I check the clock on the wall, and realize I slept in late.
2:02 p.m.
I’m unsure if Stepan will even show, but if anything, I can finish this cup of coffee and help out today until he does.
It’s as though the logo on the sleeve of my cup stares at me as I shift the paper around. No doubt, reminding me of the other problem I had on my hands.
My fucking stalker.