Haunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse, #1)

by H.D. Carlton

And as much as I love horror films, I have no interest in starring in one.

“Seriously?” I bite out. What a fucking idiot. Someone just banged on my door like the wood personally put a splinter in their ass, and he’s immediately ready to pick up where he left off. Slurping on my neck like one would slurp jello out of a container.

You know, read the fucking room.

“You serious?” he questions, anger sparking in his brown eyes. They’re a shitty color, just like his shitty personality and even shittier stroke game. The dude gives fish a run for their money with the way he flops when he fucks. Might as well lay out naked in the fish market—he’d have a better chance of finding someone to take him home.

I hope the mysterious person is still out there. Let the asshole get murdered wearing a single sock.

I know how to wait for what I want most. But when I’m trying to get some real answers and the dude’s too busy shitting his pants and crying to give me a coherent response, I get a little testy.

And I will gladly cross every single line if it means making this girl mine. If it means forcing her to be mine.

I’ve just found myself a little mouse, and I won’t stop until I’ve trapped her.

Why is it that being in public places and social settings makes me want to light myself on fire, but when someone breaks into my house, I feel brave enough to stay?

I'll be seeing you soon, little mouse

He squirms like a worm on a hook, and I can tell by the panicked look on his face that he has that feeling. The sinking feeling that his life is balancing on the edge, and I’m about to fucking Sparta kick him off.

Growling under my breath, I storm to my door, unlock it and whip it open. He turns his head to face me, and for a moment, I almost develop a brain and run back inside. Steeling my spine, I angrily stomp down the steps and charge towards him. “Hey, asshole! If you don’t get off my property, I will call the cops.” Later, I’ll ask God why She made me the way that I am, but right now, all I can do is plant two of my hands on his chest and push when I get close enough.

Heart back in my throat, I turn and rush back inside, feeling like Lucifer’s hounds are nipping at my asscheeks.

“You can come out now, baby,”

“You think you’re only going to beg because you’re fighting for your life, but that’s where you’re wrong. The only way I’ll be sending you to heaven is with my cock.”

“They mean I own you. Marked you as mine.”

Closing my eyes against more tears, I open my mouth and let him guide the gun between my teeth.

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.

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.

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. One day she’ll get it in her head that she’s mine

I have the most insane urge to turn around, walk back in that house, bend over the couch and let him fuck the rest of whatever sanity I have left out of me.

Don’t be jealous, little mouse. No one will ever be capable of getting my cock hard except you.”

“And it sounds like you just have erectile dysfunction to me.”

“Fix your face,”

“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.”

It’s not right—how beautiful he is. He’s definitely the fucking Devil. I’m sure of it now more than ever.

“Open your fucking mouth, bad girl. Right now, before I suffocate you on my cock.”

“Tonight is just practice but I promise you, little mouse, this body will be carrying all my babies one day,”

“And you’re the sweet little angel that I’m going to drag down to hell with me,”

“If my redemption resides somewhere within you, then I will spend the rest of my life searching for it inside of you.”

“I will fill every inch of you, Adeline. And in time, my redemption will become your salvation.”

Zade may resemble a God, but he’s never been the forgiving type.

“I’m going to remind you how good it feels to be mine.”

“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.”

“Baby, you rule the fucking kingdom, and I will gladly bow to you.”

“I do love getting on my knees for you,”

“Remember this moment,” he growls deeply, withdrawing to the tip before pushing deeper inside of me. “Because the next time I fuck you, you will be deeply in love with me, Adeline. I’m your stalker and a murderer, and you will love me anyways.”

I shrug. “I guess I wanted to see roses all over your house, too. Maybe because you feel like home.”

“I will always possess you, little mouse. So, know that you have all of my devotion to keeping you.”