Haunting-Adeline

The insides of us—that’s what keeps me alive. It’s the only purpose I
have in life, and without it, I’d be nothing.
I scroll through the list of names and stop short when I see one in
par cular that has my heart pounding.
Adeline Reilly.
I smile. Well, that used to be my only reason for living. But now… now
I’ve discovered a new meaning to life.
ME: I can still taste you, little mouse.
I stepped back for all of two days before I could no longer resist.
I’ve beat my dick like it was an opponent in a boxing match, and I’m so
fucking red of the feel of my own hand.
There are zero expecta ons for her to reply today. I’m sure she’s s ll
nestled comfortably in that corner of her head where she hates herself and
is convinced she’ll never give me the me of day again.
But that corner is a farce, and we both know it. The feel of my gun inside
her scared her. But the feel of my tongue on her pussy, and how hard she
came will fucking haunt her.
She’ll cry about it for a li le while, but soon she’ll fall right back into
tempta on.
ADDIE: Did you know a stalker killed my great-grandmother?
My brows shoot into my hairline at her text.
Not only was I not expec ng one at all, but the fact that she replied with
real words and not some empty threat. Hers don’t necessarily hold weight
like mine do.
ME: Do you have proof of this?
Based on the few journal entries I read, she and her stalker had a
passionate rela onship. And he was also tossed up with some bad people
according to the entry of him visi ng her with unknown injuries. It didn’t
seem like he showed signs of aggression or violent obsession. But who
really knows?