Chapter 3
CHAPTER 3
HIM
She stands in front of me, shaking like a leaf. The moonlight pouring in through the window gives me a great view of her beautiful face, splattered with freckles. Full lips, dark brown eyes, thick, curly brown hair, and the creamiest light brown skin I’ve ever seen in my life, perfectly smooth and gleaming despite the darkness.
She’s perfect .
I slide the flimsy flip phone into my pocket and take a step toward this delicate little creature. She looks so fragile with her arms crossed over her chest, shivering so hard I swear I can hear her teeth chattering, and I’m sure it has nothing to do with the oversized t-shirt she’s wearing. I wonder if she has any shorts on underneath…
I’ve never laid a finger on the people whose houses I break into, but something about her makes me want to throw her onto the bed and taste her until she’s a writhing, whimpering mess, begging me to stop. It could just be the adrenaline that’s making me feel fucking feral right now; my dick is throbbing .
“What do you want?” she whispers.
My jaw clenches as I try to refrain from grabbing her. “Well, I wanted all of your stuff, but now I think I’ll take you instead.”
Her eyes widen in horror, curls flying as she shakes her head. “Please, don’t.”
I take another step closer, towering over her. “Are you afraid of me?”
She nods and backs up until she’s pressed against the wall.
I smirk and walk toward her until I’m standing right in front of her. Leaning in, I lick the shell of her ear with the tip of my tongue, making her shiver. My dick strains against the confines of my pants so hard it hurts. “You don’t have to be afraid, butterfly,” I whisper.
Or maybe she does.
Her small hand finds my chest and tries to push me away, but I cage her in with my arms, hands braced against the wall on either side of her head. Her breathing quickens. She gasps when her nipples rub against my jacket through her thin shirt.
“I’ll call the police,” she says, brown eyes wide and round as she stares at me.
I chuckle and bury my face in her neck, inhaling the faint scent of her perfume. Sweet and sugary vanilla—fucking delicious.
I wonder if she tastes as good, too.
“How are you going to do that when you don’t have a phone?” I murmur, licking the soft flesh of her neck, the chain of her necklace a cool contrast to her warm skin.
At the sound of her soft moan, I almost burst in my pants. I hoist her up and wrap her legs around my waist, letting her warm sex rest on my aching cock. She puts her hands on my shoulders to steady herself, but still tries to keep me away.
A groan rumbles from deep in my chest. “I like it when you fight me.”
“Put me down,” she says tensely.
I open my mouth to say something, but then I feel something warm and wet on the front of my pants. She stops fighting, and her eyes go wide with surprise when I realize what it is.
She’s not wearing anything under her shirt, and she’s horny as fuck.
I dig my fingers into her hips and push her down on my dick until she’s grinding on me instinctively, trying to suppress her moan of pleasure. Her eyes dart behind me to where the old lady is sleeping peacefully.
I wind a strand of her curly hair around a finger and plant small, tender kisses to her jawline, making her shiver.
“Don’t worry. I didn’t hurt her.”
She furrows her brows. “You stay away from my grandmother,” she warns fiercely.
“I don’t want anything to do with her,” I assure her. “So, it looks like you’re stuck with me.”
God , I can’t stop licking her sweet skin.
“Like hell I am.”
I chuckle again and continue kissing her jaw, her neck, the shell of her ear. I grind my hips into hers, the friction of our bodies almost too much for me to bear. The thought of breaking in here and stealing shit was enough to get me off, but her…
She was unexpected, and I can’t seem to get enough of her. Gavin and I didn’t know Esther had a grandchild, let alone one that lives here with her, otherwise we wouldn’t have made her our next target. But I’m glad this happened, because now I have her sweet pussy to warm my aching cock.
This friction between us is driving me insane. All I want to do is take my pants off and bury myself deep inside her, but there’s no time for that right now.
My butterfly moans into my mouth as we grind together, our tongues clashing, breaths colliding. The heat and passion I’m feeling for her is something I’ve never experienced before. This won’t just be a one-time thing. I need to see her again after I leave. I’m sure she’ll fight me, but she won’t have a choice.
I’m going to make her mine. I’m going to ruin her until there’s nothing left of her and then put her back together again. She’ll be my every last breath, my every waking hour.
She’ll be mine .