Haunting-Adeline

She snorts. “You really think I’d fall in love with you?”
“You’re really going to act like you wouldn’t? If I approached you in that
bookstore and asked you on a date, I’d woo you, charm you, show you a
pre y fake smile and treat you like a queen, all while lying to your face. Is
that really what you want?”
Silence greets me again. She can’t say no, and she knows it.
“Why can’t you just be decent and not feel the need to stalk me?”
“Because then I wouldn’t be true to myself, li le mouse. I love that I
scare you. I love that you try to run from me. The push and pull. The cat
and mouse game. I fucking love it. And I think a part of you does, too.”
She scoffs at me. “You’re fucking insane if you think I love you scaring
me. But then again, I already knew you were.”
I smile. I can’t remember the last me I genuinely smiled before I
inserted myself into this beau ful creature’s life.
“Don’t you, though? I see how you try to hide how wet your pussy gets
when you’re scared. Your nipples get so fucking hard, and you clench your
thighs ght as if that’s going to lessen the need to feel my cock inside of
you.”
She gasps, a quiet inhale of breath. I grind my teeth against the raging
urge to go to her house and bring that noise out of her some more.
“Did you do it?” she asks suddenly, as if the ques on burst out of her.
Her breathing escalates. “Did you kill Arch?”
I bite my bo om lip, a smile forming. I’ve been wai ng for this ques on.
Surprised it took her so long to work up the nerve when she’s got plenty of
it to disobey me.
“I think you already know the answer to that, Adeline.”
“I do. His family is dead, too.”
I’m not surprised to hear that she knows. It made na onal news, a er
all. Bodies are gone without a trace, and a bit of a war has begun now that
there’s a power vacuum.
“Do you know what that caused, ki y cat?”
I chuckle at the nickname. I’ll correct that li le bad habit of hers soon.
“It gained me some pre y fucked up enemies.”
My smile fades. I’ve been keeping an eye on Arch’s friends. But
apparently, I haven’t been keeping it close enough.
“Max?” I guess. I’ve heard he’s been strong-arming his way to the top.