Haunting-Adeline

Fuck, I don’t know. This is wrong. So, very wrong. But I don’t stop him
from unzipping my jeans. Nor do I stop him from hooking his thumbs on
either side and pulling them down.
He helps me out of my shoes first and then slips the jeans completely
free. I’m le in nothing but my black lacy thong.
I swallow, my heart racing as I take in our reflec on. He’s s ll fully
clothed, his eyes ping-ponging across the mirrors to look at every angle of
my undressed state. He looks as if he can’t decide which mirror to se le
on. I fight the urge to cover myself. I find the act of hiding more
embarrassing than standing almost fully naked in front of a beau ful man.
“You have to undress, too,” I insist. No way am I going to be the only one
le exposed.
Finally, he comes out from behind me and stands before me. It hurts to
meet his mismatched eyes. It feels more real when I’m not looking at them
through a glass mirror.
For the first me, this moment with Zade feels consensual. And I’m not
sure if I want that. But what fucking sense does that make? To not want it
to be consensual.
Yet, there’s some sick part of me that wants him to force this. So I can
play vic m later? Go on pretending that my pussy isn’t weeping for him
and that I’m not an cipa ng the feel of him inside of me?
It’s easier to play the vic m when you’re not the mastermind behind all
your bad decisions.
“If you really want that, li le mouse, then you’re going to have to do it,”
he says quietly. He looks at me as if he doesn’t believe I’ll willingly undress
him. And I think he knows what that look does to me. The asshole knows
exactly how incapable I am of backing down from a challenge.
I pay him the same respect he paid me. I undress him slowly. Gently.
Deliberately brushing my fingers against his skin and earning my own
shivers and growls of impa ence.
I gasp when I remove his shirt. The scars on his face don’t end there. Two
severe knife wounds blemish his skin—one cu ng across his heart and the
other across his defined abs. The skin is raised and jagged, a stark pink
against his tanned skin.
And they s ll hurt him.