Haunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse, #1)

by H.D. Carlton

“Let me stop you there, baby. Because you seem to forget that I had a gun in your pussy not too long ago. Did you think teaching you how to act right is the only lesson I’m teaching with that?”

“If you think low-life criminals are scarier than me, then I haven’t been clear enough, have I? Next time you place them above me, I’ll be sen...

“I-I don’t even know why I’m talking to you,” she finally stutters out. “You’re a sick, deranged individual. And I already made another police report against you, asshole.”

A bark of laughter bursts from my throat before I can stop it.

“That’s funny?”

“That’s sexy. But we both know that...

She growls and hangs up on me, and I can’t keep in the fucking laughter. Especially when I pull the feed up and see her stomping her cute little feet around the house mumbling to herself, probably berating herself for even picking up the phone. The fun has only just begun, little mouse.

I arch a brow, unimpressed with how low she has to bounce. Addie would never have that issue.

I came awfully close to walking in here and shooting them all dead, but then I’d have to kill all their families too, and my girl doesn’t like it when I do that.

Shit looks painful.

Men in business suits, smiling at the camera and probably still riding the high from raping a little girl or boy. They all look the fucking same to me.

What I really want to do is smack the shit out of him for calling me ‘boy’ when I’m a thirty-two-year-old man, but instead, I offer a devious smile.

Addie won’t ever have to worry about that shit when I marry her, that’s for damn sure. She doesn’t even have to worry about it now. The only pussy I want wrapped around my cock for the rest of my life is hers.

Reminds me of high school when a kid farted in class, and the whole room went silent and stared at him until his face turned purple.

“You fucked him, didn’t you?” she asks calmly.

“You did!” she bursts, standing up from her chair and looking down at me with shock.

“Bitch, what the fuck!” she shouts. She leans in closer, an unreadable emotion flaring in her eyes. “Was it consensual?”

“You have such pretty eyes,” I tell her.

She snarls at me. “Spill, slut.”

I close my eyes with a resigned sigh. “That man ate the soul out of my body, and I don’t thin...

She jerks back, surprise in her pale ...

“Baby girl, I am not judging you. But let me get this straight. You egged him on in a text because you felt like a bad bitch. And then he broke in to make good on his promise, tied your ass up, and you freaked out at first, but then ended up riding his face?”

"All of the above," I confess. "I have never come so hard in my entire life.”

“You never asked,” is his reply.

“I’m asking now, kitty cat.”

“You know,” I say again, before he can even open his mouth. “I do quite like calling you kitty cat.”

“But it wouldn’t sound so good when you’re screaming it,”

“Zade,” he whispers against my lips. “That’s the only name that will ever leave your lips from now on, especially when you’re making that little pussy feel good. And when I’m making that pussy feel good, then you can call me God.”

“You gonna assault me again? Is it going to be you forcing your dick in my mouth this time?” I spit at him, narrowing my eyes in thin, hateful slits.

“I thought about it,” he admits in a contemplative murmur. “I would love to see you swallow my cock tonight.”

“Never. You know what, you’re right. I would vomit, but not because I can’t handle your puny dick. But because I would be so disgusted by it.”

He arches a brow, and my mouth dries. Fuck. Why does it look so scary when he does that?

You just couldn’t keep your mouth shut, could you, Addie?

“You think you can handle this?” he asks darkly.

“Let me go,”

“Zade.”

“Open your mouth, little mouse. Now.”

“You really want to test me right now?”

“Now thank me.”

“Fucking thank me for letting you swallow all my cum, Adeline.”

“Thank you,” I choke out angrily. As soon as I say the words, ropes of cum are spurting from his dick and right into my mouth.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl,” he breathes.

“Your pussy is wet for me, isn’t it?”

“Fuck you,” I snap back, my tone uneven and filled with unshed tears. So much for refraining.

“Let me see, littl...

“Stick your hand in your underwear, dip one of those fingers into your pussy, and show it to me.”

“You want to know the best part?” he asks quietly. “I was going to tuck you into bed and leave you alone tonight. But you seem to forget that just because I am wholly yours, little mouse, I am not a nice man.”

She’s going to hear me call her my girl for a long fucking time.

Next, we’ll graduate to my wife and then the mother of my children.

"Will you be my last meal, baby?”