Page 10 of Deviant Obsession

The restaurant door chimes, and I melt further into the shadows, watching one of the busboys exit. He looks barely old enough to drive, acne-scarred face buried in his phone as he heads for a beaten-up Honda.

"Hey," I call out, keeping my tone casual. "Closing time soon?"

He glances up, then quickly away when he catches my stare. Smart kid. "Yeah, 'bout fifteen minutes."

I don't bother responding, just let my lips curl into a tight smile as he scrambles into his car. Through the window, I can see Rhea wiping down tables, bending over just enough to make my mouth water.

Where the fuck did she get an ass like that? People in this state pay tens of thousands for a sad imitation of that perfect curve.

The cigarette burns down to my fingers, and I crush it under my heel, already pulling out another. The night air carries a hint of winter, just enough bite to make her shiver when she steps outside to toss the trash onto the sidewalk. I imagine wrapping her in my jacket, claiming her with my clothes, with my scent. Then I imagine getting my lips on that pretty throat and marking her in a very different way.

Finally, the lights dim inside. I straighten, every muscle coiled tight as I watch the staff filter out in twos and threes. Rhea emerges last, pulling her thin cardigan tight around her shoulders. Even from here, I can see her scanning the parking lot before she sets off down the street.

Good girl. Smart girl.

But not smart enough to drive to work or catch a ride home.

I give her a thirty-second head start before I follow, keeping to the deeper shadows, my footsteps silent against the concrete. She has no idea I'm here, no idea how carefully I'm studying every detail of her solitary walk home.

Fuck, I love it.

The way she keeps glancing over her shoulder. The nervous speed of her stride. The gentle bounce of her ponytail with each step. My fingers itch to wrap all that red hair around my fist and pull until she gasps.

A car passes, headlights sweeping across the street, and I duck into a doorway. When I peek out, Rhea has quickened her pace even more. The thud of her heavy work shoes seems to echo off the buildings, a frantic beat that makes my pulse race to keep time.

Two blocks ahead, a group of drunk guys spill out of a bar. I clench my jaw as their hungry gazes follow Rhea's progress. She crosses the street to avoid them, arms wrapped protectively around herself. The sight of their leering faces sets my blood boiling.

Mine.

She's fucking mine.

I have to force myself to stay back when one of them calls out some slimy comment. Rhea hurries past without acknowledging them, but I can see the fear in the set of her shoulders. Fuck, I can practically smell it from back here. Part of me wants to step out of the shadows, teach those fuckers a lesson about just who has their eye on her.

But that would ruin the game.

And I'm enjoying this far too much to end it now.

She turns down another street and I hang back at the corner for a moment, watching as she fumbles with her keys at the entrance to a slightly run-down apartment block. It’s not hardto see why she slaves away for so many hours at that depressing diner, if this is all her paycheck gets her. The security light flickers on, bathing her in harsh fluorescence. Before she heads inside, she pauses in the doorway and looks back, scanning the darkness where I stand perfectly still.

Does some animal instinct warn her she's being watched? Can she feel my eyes devouring every inch of her body?

My cock throbs painfully against my zipper at the thought.

The door clicks shut behind her and I count to sixty before approaching the building. Third floor, corner unit. I memorize which windows ignite with the return of a resident. Dim light spills from them now as she moves through her apartment, a tantalizing glimpse of her shadow against the curtains.

Soon, baby girl. Soon I'll know exactly what you look like moving through those rooms. Soon you’ll invite me in, and I'll have you spread out on every surface, begging for my cock. Screaming my name as I make you come over and over again.

But not tonight. Tonight was just about watching. Learning. Planning.

Reluctantly, I turn away from the high rise and begin the walk back to my car, already rock hard from imagining all the ways I'm going to make that little doe-eyed creature come apart.

The journey is a slow torture, each step stoking the fire in my veins. My pulse pounds with the vivid images of her, so close I could have strolled up and touched her. I could have grabbed her and dragged her into the shadows. I could’ve pressed her up against another wall. Caged her.

I pause at the corner where she'd crossed to avoid those drunk fucks, inhaling deeply as if I might catch her lingering scent. Sweet prey, running from the wrong predator.

If she only knew who was really hunting her.

However, I get the feeling she already knows she’s caught my attention. It was written all over her face as I taunted her duringdinner. She knows I’m playing a game, but she can’t figure out why. Adorable really, she doesn’t seem to have any idea just how mouthwatering she is. What I wouldn’t do for the chance to sink my teeth into her.

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