Haunting-Adeline

I keep quiet, le ng her slowly relax into me as the movie starts to play.
Despite the loosening of her muscles, she’s s ll on edge. I would bet
anything right now she’s high on endorphins from the mix of fear of being
caught, the conversa on that just transpired, and the movie.
The opening scene is already creepy, se ng the tone immediately. Addie
wriggles in my hold, her thighs clamped ght.
I let twenty minutes pass, the movie subtly ge ng scarier. I pay it no
a en on—all of it has been routed to Addie.
Her wide eyes are hooked onto the screen, her breathing is escalated,
and heart pounding against her chest. The first jump scare has her yelping,
nearly jumping out of her own skin.
Beneath the flickering light, I watch her skin grow flushed with desire
and a small bead of sweat forms on her hairline.
“Are you even watching?” she asks, her voice a mere octave above a
whisper.
“Yes,” I murmur, my voice deeper and hoarse with need.
Her breath stu ers and her eyes slowly slide towards mine. Those
rosebud lips are parted as she stares at me with unbridled heat.
Gliding my tongue across my bo om lip, I wait un l her gaze has been
hooked onto the act before I fist the so fabric of her dress and hike it up
un l it’s pooled around her hips.
“Stop it,” she pants, but I don’t listen. She swats at me, but those ny
hands are no match against mine.
With wicked inten on, I slide both of my hands in the crease of her
thighs and jerk them apart.
Her hands snap to my forearms, gripping ghtly as if to stop me. But she
doesn’t fight against me, even as I spread her thighs so far apart, each leg
rests on either chair beside us.
“What are you doing?” she gasps, staring at my creeping hands with
trepida on. I li one to grab her by her jaw and force her face to the
screen.
“Watch the movie,” I growl.
A creature in the movie pops out, diver ng Addie’s a en on enough to
scare her again. A startled scream rings out as she shrinks away from the
screen and deeper into my hold.