CHAPTER 17 The Shadow FE uck. She’s so pretty when she thinks no one is watching. My little mouse trudges into her bedroom, her tattered slippers dragging against the smooth stone floors. She’s tired. Dark circles are beginning to form underneath her eyes. I want to smooth them away, just to bring them back again. But I want her to be tired from staying up all night, taking my cock into her body until she’s depleted of all her strength. Even then, I’II still fuck her. I deprived myself last time. Refused to touch her with my own hands when she hadn’t earned that from me yet. But watching that gun slide in and out of her pussy was just as torturous for me. I barely made it to my car before I was coming in my hand, the sweet melody of her smoky cries echoing in my head. That woman’s voice alone can bring any man to their knees. And now, she’s wearing nothing but a long white t-shirt, the soft cotton ending mid-thigh. Her rosy nipples poke through the thin material, and my mouth waters with the need to take one into my mouth and suck on it until she’s wriggling beneath me. I lick my lips. Soon. Her tantalizing, creamy skin is on full display, and I get hints of her red cotton panties anytime she bends over. Like when she pulls the covers back and pounds her tiny fist into the pillow to fluff it up. I get a full view of her ass when she slides her feet out of her slippers, and then bends down to arrange them neatly before her nightstand. My cock hardens, her perfectly round ass overflowing her underwear. Her pussy is on full display. Just a thin piece of fabric separating her from my tongue. I close my eyes and work to regain control. I have to be quiet. She doesn’t know I’m hiding in her closet. Waiting for her to fall asleep so I can stare at her beauty in peace. Right now, she fears me. Rightfully so. I’m a dangerous man, and I kill people daily. Not only that, but I enjoy it too.