Haunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse, #1)

by H.D. Carlton

When you make someone fall in love with the darkest parts of you, there’s nothing you can do that will scare them away. They will be yours forever because they already love all the fucked up bits and pieces of you.

Get a fucking grip, Addie. It’s like you want him to be there.

UNKNOWN: I’ll be seeing you tonight, little mouse.

ME: From outside my house, and preferably in a cop’s handcuffs.

UNKNOWN: You don’t need a cop to get me in handcuffs, baby. I’ll let you do anything you want to me.

UNKNOWN: Are you playing with yourself, little mouse? Touching your sweet little pussy to the thought of me handcuffed to your bed?

ME: You’re disgusting.

My hand snaked down into my panties, my finger gently swiping at my engorged clit. Even as I wrote back my scathing reply. I’m wearing nothing but a long t-shirt and comfortable underwear. I feel bare and exposed beneath the thin cotton. When my legs begin to fall apart, I rip my hand out like I touched a burning stove, hissing at my own stupidity.

UNKNOWN: And you’re a liar.

ME: Fuck. Off.

UNKNOWN: Next time you tell me to fuck off, your clit is going between my teeth.

My bottom lip goes between mine. I suck my lip in sharply, shocked by his nerve. By the pure audacity this man possesses. Yet just as turned on.

UNKNOWN: Oh, little mouse. UNKNOWN: I can’t wait to eat you. There will be nothing left of you once I’m done.

Goddammit.

“God? Why do you fucking hate me?”

“What did I tell you, little mouse?”

“Keep pissing me off, Adeline. I do enjoy hurting you. It’s music to my ears when I hear you cry.”

“You’ve been a very bad girl, little mouse,” he drawls, his deep tenor vibrating through his throat. “And I do enjoy showing you what happens to bad girls.”

“You are absolutely exquisite,” he breathes, his hands trailing across my stomach reverently. Over the fading marks, he forced on me four nights ago.

“Fuck. Off,” I growl again.

“Don’t mind if I do,” he tells me, his voice shadowed with desi...

“Fuck, you smell just like I remember. So fucking sweet.”

Uncontrollably, my eyes roll and my head kicks back as the most delicious feeling envelops me. But I refuse to let that cloud my judgment. Riding alongside pleasure is disgust. Disgust at myself—my body—for feeling anything else. And disgust that he is taking something that I didn’t willingly give.

“You’re so fucking creamy,”

He licks the entirety of my slit, his tongue moving leisurely all the way up to the bundle of nerves before he sucks my clit between his teeth and clamps down. Just like he said he would. I scream with both fright and bliss. His bite is hard enough to send a wave of pain scattering across my clit, but not hard enough to truly hurt me. He pulls his head away slowly, my clit dragging between his teeth until it slips free, a burning sensation radiating from the bud.

I try to wriggle away, but all it does is cause him to slide his hands behind my knees and forcefully push them back to my ears.

He doesn’t waste any more time bringing his mouth back to my pussy and sucking my clit back into his mouth. I jerk, the pleasure renewed as he tugs and sucks at the bud. He doesn’t lick me again, refusing to use his tongue against me—only his teeth.

But he doesn’t allow me to suffer for long. His middle finger slides inside of me, curling to hit that sweet spot. My hips buck against his hand, a different type of pleasure swelling inside of me. A bliss that stings and burns but yet, feels fucking incredible.

“Did that hurt?”

he asks softly, tilting his head as he watches his finger slide in and out of me, juices collect...

“Remember this, little mouse,” he murmurs in between nips. “Remember that your disobedience brings you pain.”

“I know you remember how good it felt when my gun was fucking your pussy. Imagine my tongue inside of you—my cock. The pleasure you’d feel would be blinding.”

Even if I were forced in front of a priest tomorrow, no fear of God would convince me to confess how fucking sexy that growl was. Or how hard my pussy pulsed in response. I’ll never confess that—not even to myself.

He tightens his grip to a punishing hold. Tomorrow, I’ll have handprints on the underside of my thighs. They’ll go nicely with the hickeys smattering my body.

“What did you learn, little mouse?” he taunts, blowing hot breath d...

“Are you going to tell me to fuck off again?”

I shout at him some more until he finally reaches up and rips the tape from my mouth. I curse against the flaring pain in my face, and then keep cursing now that he can finally fucking hear me. “You fucking psycho motherf—” my tangent is cut short due to another painful bite to my clit.

“Try again. Are you going to tell me to fuck off again?”

“Probably,”

“Do you understand what’s going to happen from now on when you do?”

In response to my nonverbal answer, he withdraws his fingers, leaving me bereft. But before I can complain, he licks me again, this time slower and more languid. He flattens his tongue and licks me from the bottom up, going particularly slow over my pulsating clit. My eyes close against the sensation, a breath whooshing from my throat. There’s no stopping the shivers that encase my spine. No stopping the bliss radiating from where his tongue laps up my cunt. I arch my back, growling from how easily my body turns to jello beneath his unfairly skilled tongue. But just as I start to grind against his mouth, shamefully and unabashedly, he stops.

“Do you. Understand?” he asks again, his tone lilted with superiority.

“Loud and fucking clear, kitty cat.”

His tongue dives into my pussy, licking inside of me with ravenous strokes. A cry leaves my lips, breathless and embarrassingly loud.

Drown in my fucking pussy. Die there for all I care.

I’ll have her because she’s the first thing that made me feel something good in so long, and I’ve become obsessed with keeping it.

ME: Well, that’s pretty judgy, don’t ya think? Your great-grandmother loved her stalker last time I checked.

ADDIE: He tricked her, just like what you’re trying to do to me. And then he killed her. Just like I’m sure you’ll eventually try to do too.

I roll my eyes at her dramatics and hit the call button.

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say? Humm? Some pretty dangerous men are after me because of you, ya’ know? If I end up dead because of your psychotic jealou—”