Haunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse, #1)

by H.D. Carlton

“Fascinating that you have yet to learn, I always follow through with my threats,” he whispers.

She expressly knew that when she sent the follow up text

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

This is fucking disturbing. I hate this.

exposing my black lace panties

Always in black for these scenes.

but the asshole is cracked if he thinks it’s because of him.

Rage unlike anything I’ve ever felt floods me, replacing the fear and helplessness. I scream beneath the tape, raging and cursing him as his eyes eat up the expanse of my center.

At no point has she expressed consent or desire. This is yet another rape scene.

Self-hatred wars against the hatred for him. I did this to myself. I know I did. I instigated him—pushed against him when he warned me what would happen.

This is so distressing - she is blaming herself for her own SA. This happens so often and is yet ANOTHER reason women don’t report. Absolutely tragic that this is being used for entertainment.

Disgust at myself—my body—for feeling anything else. And disgust that he is taking something that I didn’t willingly give.

This is absolutely tragic. I am genuinely heartbroken for her.

“You’re so fucking creamy,” he rasps. I squeeze my eyes shut, hating how I feel my pussy throb from his words and the attention he’s giving me. More so, I hate that he’s right. I can smell my own arousal— feel it sliding down my asscheek.

First: I hate that description. Nothing would dry me up faster than this. Disgusting. Second: Addie girl this isn’t how arousal works. You don’t just start “dripping” anywhere. Not a great take. Not very feminist of HDC

Now more than ever, I hate myself, and the reaction my body has to adrenaline and terror.

As if I wasn’t already ashamed enough, I feel my arousal sliding down my stomach.

I think you need to see an OBGYN

juices collecting in the palm of his hand.

wtf you got a condition friend

I let it fucking happen again. With the gun, and now this, why do I keep letting this happen?

Blaming herself for her own SA. So sad

He’s forcing himself on me—we both know that. But in the end, he had me wanting it just as much as he did. He had me nearly begging for it. Whether it was his gun fucking me or his tongue, my legs fell open by the time it was over.

Repeat after me: consent must be ENTHUSIASTIC and CONTINUOUS

And I know how fucked up that is—to take something without consent. I know that’s what I’m fighting against every day.

Wow you almost seem self-aware for a moment, but that would be too convenient.

If she wasn’t, she wouldn’t instigate, pushing to get her clit bitten, knowing damn well I stay true to my word.

The VICTIM blaming. I hate this

She fought me so hard initially, her anger and ire only turning my blood to molten lava. The harder she fought me, the harder my cock fought against the confines of my jeans.

This is NOT normal. Zade my friend, I think you need a reality check. You’re a rapist. Not a vibe

I crack my neck again, growling when my muscles don’t pop and give me any relief.

Add basic human anatomy to the list of things HDC didn’t research for this book.

He sighs like an angry teenager on their period.

Wow. Pot, meet kettle.

There’s nothing a couple of made-up monsters can do to horrify me more than the actual monsters polluting this world.

You can just add your name to that list

That’s what leads people to commit heinous crimes every single day.

Oh you mean like stalking and raping an innocent woman?

She’ll cry about it for a little while, but soon she’ll fall right back into temptation.

I hate this

I’m not going to make a goddamn shrine of her and convince myself that we were destined to be together by the gods or whatever weird shit people believe in these

No that would be absurd. I’ll just stalk her and repeatedly rape her instead.

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.

At no point does he genuinely care about her desires or wellbeing. All of his motives are entirely selfish.

I love that I scare her.

Again, not normal.

You sorry pieces of shit may get off on slapping around women but can’t say I find enjoyment out of that.”

This is fundamentally untrue

I don’t have the goddamn time to deal with small fish when I have Great Whites floating around in my ocean. Too bad for them, I’m a fucking Megalodon.

This analogy is so cringey. Just for this, I want to write a book where Zade gets popped while thinking stupid things like this about himself. Nothing would satisfy me more than permanently silencing his stupid internal monologue.

Or, in other words, a bunch of fucking rapists line the walls.

So judgy for someone who shares their hobby

I would feel bad for him if he didn’t get off on hurting women.

You have no moral high ground zade

I’m starting to get the feeling that you want Ronaldo to be the killer because in your head, that will criminalize your stalker, too.

She doesn't have to criminalize him. He's a rapist. If the author were trauma informed, this book would not exist.

And I want to say it’s absolutely impossible to find myself in a loving, passionate, and healthy relationship with a person who invaded every aspect of my life unapologetically.

It actually is completely impossible.

He scares the fuck out of me. But just like watching a horror flick, it thrills me too.

Has she been saying horror films turn her on this whole time and I just wasn't catching on? Therapy.

And he’s also right that if I had fallen in love with a lie, I would’ve been devastated. I just wish he wasn’t such a bad guy. But then he’d be a different man—a man you might not be able to love.

Addie, do you know yourself at all?

What happened two nights ago was sexual assault and I’m not going to spin it any other way.

This would actually be great

“You want to act brave, then I’m going to show you exactly what happens to smart mouths. You’re going to swallow my cum like the fucking bad girl you are, and I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like it.”

This would probably be fine if she expressed consent even one time in this book

But you seem to forget that just because I am wholly yours, little mouse, I am not a nice man.”

This sentence doesn't gramatically make sense

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.

This toxic possessiveness is not a vibe

Wonder what she’s going to do when we’re married, and her belly is swollen with my child.

Ick

I've heard of Z from social media and news outlets. It's a massive vigilante organization built around destroying the government. Basically, the government's public enemy number one.

Zade is a domestic terrorist

It would save time and spare me from his smooth lines that never cease to fail. At least not completely.

I don't understand this sentence

But I didn’t lose my damn dignity. Not when I took control of that situation. That was on my terms, not his.

Not true. You couldn't have said no of you wanted to. Just because you didn't wait for orders doesn't mean you were in control. Addie is heavily deluded

“Your chariot awaits, baby,”

It's a mustang. Chill

“Bring the girls home.”

Not the boys?? Lots of boys are also trafficked.

My eyes thin. “How can you work to save women while actively stalking another?” I challenge, cocking a brow.

And raping her

I’m fucked in the head. And dealing with this man—I am beyond stressed. This just can’t be good for my skin.

Another out of pocket comment that is supposed to endear Addie to me but actually pulls me out of the story

The atmosphere has only worsened, and I can’t tell if it’s because I now know he’s some vigilante, saving children and women from evil people, or if it’s because he confessed that he’s only ever turned into a psycho for me. Still, both prospects have shifted the way I look at him. The latter shouldn’t by any means, considering he just lodged his dick down my throat while strangling me with a belt five minutes ago. But it fucking does.

Hey - three things can be true simultaneously: Zade rescues women and girls AND he's a sadistic, psychopathic rapist AND the trauma of being repeatedly assaulted can cloud your judgment.

What irks me is he doesn’t tell us her name, he just says my wife. As if she’s merely a possession and not her own person with her own fucking identity outside of her marriage to this wretched man.

I just can't with the near constant cognitive dissonance

“Are you saying you’re my daddy?” she sputters out incredulously, bringing my attention back to her. “That’s right, baby. And you’re my good little girl,” I

For a guy who hates pedophiles, his dirty talk is skirting the line or normalizing it

“Little girl,”

The repeated "little girl" is so gross. It's infantalizing and patronizing. Literally fetishizing pedophilia

Beneath the flickering light, I watch her skin grow flushed with desire and a small bead of sweat forms on her hairline.

This answers my previous question

Her pussy pulses, juices gushing from her slit and over my fingers.

Again - not how this works