Haunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse, #1)

by H.D. Carlton

All I want to do is break her. Shatter her into pieces. And then arrange those pieces to fit against my own. I don’t care if they don’t fit—I’ll fucking make them.

UNKNOWN: Sneaking off with random men, little mouse? If I catch his hands anywhere near you, they’ll end up in your mailbox by morning.

UNKNOWN: Don’t feel guilty, baby. I don’t make idle threats, so consider this a lesson learned.

What he doesn’t know is that the minute I properly introduce myself to Adeline Reilly, she won’t be able to think of anyone else. I will devour her from the inside out until every intake of breath will only stoke the inferno I’ve created inside her. Like oxygen feeding a fire, I will consume every inch of her sweet little body until she will think of nothing else but how to get me deeper inside of her.

While I will enjoy punishing you for every time you call the police, let’s hold off this time. Wouldn’t want to have to hurt them next, little mouse.

UNKNOWN: The more you disobey me, the harder your punishment

UNKNOWN: Ready for your punishment, little mouse?

ME: Why are you doing this?

UNKNOWN: You haunt me. It’s only fair I return the sentiment.

UNKNOWN: You’re so beautiful when you’re scared.

UNKNOWN: I’m so close, I can smell you.

“Don’t cry, little mouse,” he coos. “It’s going to get so much worse.”

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.

UNKNOWN: You’re so pretty when you sleep.

ME: You’ll look pretty after I stab you.

UNKNOWN: A gun wasn’t enough for you? Interesting.

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.

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.

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

“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 taste like heaven. I could feast on that sweet little pussy for hours and still die a starving man. It’ll be the closest I will ever get to God before they inject me with that needle, don’t you agree?”

I want to slap him. But the asshole would probably like it, and then turn around and slap me back. And my dumbass self would probably like it, too.

“What you’re seeing now is what I see every day. No matter how far I run, how hard I try to escape you—you’re everywhere I go. You’re everything I see. Loving you is like being trapped in a house of mirrors, little mouse. And I’ve never felt so at home while being so lost inside you.”

“One day, you will realize that you are not trapped in a prison,” he murmurs roughly. “You are in my church where I am your God, and you are my equal. I’m not a jail, little mouse, I am your sanctuary.”

“Let me know which stars you prefer. The ones above you, or the ones I make you see.”