Haunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse, #1)

by H.D. Carlton

No, dumbass, he is wrong. More curses flood out of my mouth, but they’re cut short when he drags my body down his front until my legs are wrapped around his waist, and he’s cradling me to his chest.

Oh, fuck this. I lift my hands to scratch his face, maybe do a little eye-gouging, but instead, I just

squeal. He swoops me backward, my stomach bottoming out as he sets me on the ground, flat on my back. He kneels before me, his arms on either side...

“Such a gentleman, letting me look at the stars as you murder me,” I mouth off, forcing the words through my tightened throat. I really need to shut the fuck up. But I can’t seem to stop myself. Apparently, when I’m in a life-threatening situation, all I can manage to do is make it worse. Some might call it fearlessness, but I just call it stupidity.

“You let a man touch you in here. Make you come,” he states, his tone bled dry of emotion. “Normally, I’d replace his fingers with my own, but I think you need something else to teach you a lesson.”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” I rush out, my eyes widening as he points the gun to my chest. “I-I’m really, rea—”

“Shh,” he hushes. “You’re not sorry yet, little mouse....

“You’re going to shoot me?”

“I’ve already said I’m not going to kill you,”

“Take these off.”

“Please, don’t do this.”

“Now, Adeline.”

“Do you know what these mean?”

When my body is well and abused from his teeth and tongue, he lifts up and forces my thighs open. I strain against him, but it only hurts me in the end. He’s too strong. His pointer finger curls in the edge of my thong, tracing the lining from the juncture of my thigh, down towards my center. Before he reaches my clit, he pulls the material out and runs his finger up and down the fabric, his finger a mere inch from my pussy. I want to cover my face because I know he’s feeling my body’s betrayal.

“These are soaked,” he rasps out, his lips still wet from his saliva.

“That’s called discharge,” I snap, hoping my lie turns him off. H...

“As much as I hate to say this to you, I’m no stranger to a woman’s pussy and what it feels ...

I curl my lip in disgust. “Last time I checked, most girls weep because they’...

“Little mouse, that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

“Relax, I just want you to suck on it.”

“Why the fuc—”

“Such a good girl,” he says, pulling the dripping gun out, a trail of saliva following until it snaps.

My entire body locks when I feel the cool metal slide against my clit. I flinch against the foreign touch of an incredibly dangerous weapon.

Right when I open my mouth to ask what he's doing, he sticks out his tongue, saliva pooling to the tip and dripping off onto my pussy.

"Can never be too wet, can you, little mouse?"

Sitting up, he circles my entrance with the tip of the gun, the metal slipping against my skin.

“Oh my God, please do—” This time, my words are cut off from the feel of him dipping the gun past my folds. Just the tip, but enough to close my throat, only allowing a startled squeak to escape.

He laughs cruelly. “You even sound l...

I’d snap at him if I wasn’t frozen solid. I can’t look away. I just watch him push the gun inside me, my rounded eyes barely processing what I’m seeing. What I’m feeling. Slowly, he works the gun inside me, drawing out both pleasure and pain. I clench my jaw, shuddering from his mini...

I suck in a sharp gasp and let my head fall back, no longer having the strength to watch. This is so, so fucked up. Beyond fucked up. But when the gun pulls out and sinks back in again, a noise does slip through as a wave of pleasure rocks through me.

“Good girl,” he breathes. “Open wider, baby.”

Without thought, my thighs instinctively fall...

“I can feel how tight your pussy is. The way it grips onto my gun when I slide it out—so fucking pretty.”

I bite my lip, but it isn’t enough to hold in the next moan. Or the one after that. I can hear the suctioning and slurping noises as he fucks me with his gun, and shame fills me in response.

When he angles the gun in a particular way, he hits a spot inside me that sends my eyes to the back of my head and an unchecked moan to slip free. He growls in response, my back arching as he continues to hit that spot. My thong grows impossibly tight, biting into my flesh before it’s ripped away from my body, the sound getting lost in another cry. The tattered fabric is tossed aside, freeing his hand to grip my thigh in a bruising hold. My heart jumps when he leans down, but he only clamps his teeth on my inner thigh. I cry out from the sharp bite, but it quickly morphs into pleasure when he hits that spot again. His mouth sucks and his movements quicken until I feel the beginnings of an orgasm settle low in the pit of my stomach. “Please,” I beg, but I don’t know what for. He tears his mouth away just to clamp down again, lower this time, but still far away from my center. Too far away.

“Tell me what you learned, Adeline,”

“Are you going to make me ask again?”

“Okay, okay, fuck,” I relent on a terrified hush. “I-I learned not to let another man touch me.”

“Who’s the only one allowed to touch you, Adeline?”

“You,” I whisper, the bitter taste of the words clogging my throat.

“You have ten more seconds to come, little mouse. No more after that,” he warns before nipping at my thigh again. “Rub your clit, baby.”

“Now,” he growls, his eyes blazing with something carnal and dangerous.

“Good girl,” he whispers.

It takes two more thrusts of the gun before I’m tipping over the edge, my ass shooting clear off the ground as the orgasm rips through me.

The gun works inside of me faster and deeper, drawing out the orgasm until I’m literally begging for it to stop. He rips the gun out of me, and my thighs snap shut instantly as the last of the orgasm dies. I’m left a shuddering mess from the aftershocks, while he stands, his body towering over me.

“You see, Addie, I just can’t quite figure out the motive, ya’ know? Like, say, why would an enemy of Arch show up at your doorstep in the middle of Arch getting his dick wet?”

“That’s the problem, Daya. I don’t fucking believe you.”

She snarls, her hands clenching into fists. “If you want answers, Max, you’re looking in the wrong place,” I cut in before this conversation blows up and Max murders us right here and now.

I want to smooth them away, just to bring them back again. But I want her to be tired from staying up all night, taking my cock into her body until she’s depleted of all her strength. Even then, I’ll still fuck her.

She doesn’t know I’m hiding in her closet. Waiting for her to fall asleep so I can stare at her beauty in peace.