Page 10 of Hunting Pretty

She hung up on me and flopped herself onto her bed.

I chuckled as I set my earpiece aside.

It wasn’t too hard to install a bug on her phone on one of my nightly visits, one that would allow me to redirect any numbers she called.

I could block numbers too.

Like that fucking ex of hers.

My jaw clenched, the muscles twitching under my skin. I’d have to sort him out if he didn’t back off soon.

I logged into the Celtic Guard Security server that stored their security camera footage and found the sections where you could see me, a mere shadow and face turned away, slipping onto her balcony and into her bedroom.

I was careful.

I scrubbed the footage every night.

Last night would be no different.

Several more clicks later and I’d left a call log in Celtic Guard Security systems, registering Ava’s call.

Then I emailed her the doctored footage showing nothing in the camera over her balcony except for the wind brushing along the ivy.

It’d anger and confuse her when she saw it.

My girl would question herself like she so often did.

It pricked at my conscience, like a small thorn, but not overwhelming enough to make me wince or to change my mind.

I had no choice.

I had to remove all evidence of me.

She couldn’t know I was here.

She couldn’t know that I was visiting her every night as she slept.

On all my screens, I lined up the footage that I’d recorded last night.

I leaned back in my chair as the screen filled with the sight of Ava sleeping in her bed, my cock already straining at the anticipation.

In her sleep, Ava had kicked the duvet off. She lay on the slightly damp and wrinkled sheets with her knees drawn together and to the side and her chest twisted toward the ceiling.

Her arms were overhead and every once in a while her head would roll to the other side with pinched eyebrows and a murmur.

The camera zoomed into her hands above her head.

Her fingertips were curled in loosely and I imagined them tightening around my cock. So delicate and soft.

I’d have to urge her to squeeze harder. I’d have to show her that she wasn’t going to break me. Quite the opposite. That I wanted all the pain she could give me.

I unzipped my pants and took out my aching cock.

As the screen trailed down her arms, I marveled at how smooth and pale the inner side of her forearms were.

I wanted to rake my fingernails across her delicate skin just to see how pretty they’d look with red marks on them.

Her dark, silky locks were spread wildly over the white pillow, begging me to wrap it around my fingers.

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