Page 9 of Sinfully Mine

Fuck. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this keyed up. My heart felt like it would crash through my ribcage. My dick throbbed. The pre-cum on the crown dripped down my shaft and provided enough lubricant to ensure the movement was swift and painless. I squeezed as I pumped, gripping hard enough that I could almost fool myself that Grace’s pussy was wrapped around me instead of my hand.

She must have grown impatient and flustered because she ripped off the dress and thong, spreading her legs wider as she strummed her clit again. Her thighs shook as she cried out my name, moaning as I reached completion at the same time. Together, we shuddered, enjoying the fleeting bliss as our muscles began to relax. She rested on her bed. I sat in my chair, disappointed I couldn’t step through the monitor and join her.

We will,my Reaper informed me.Soon.

Grace’s thighs remained open, and I groaned at the sight of her pink pussy and glistening slit, so ready for my tongue to lick and devour. I couldn’t decide if I wanted her mouth on my cock or me feasting on her pussy more. They were equally a turn-on. Hell, I dreamed about both.

I reached for my discarded shirt and wiped the cum off my hand and stomach before I tossed my shirt into my laundry basket. I’d wash it later.

“Oh my God.”

Grace’s panicked words alarmed me. My attention focused on the screen and Grace as she slid from the bed, yanked on a long shirt after opening her dresser drawer, and returned to her desk. There was no way to disguise the fact that I had been here, watching her, the entire time.

“Skull Reaper.” She swallowed hard, shaking her head as she spotted the cam still on. “Hunter.”

I wanted to reply but thought it best not to take myself off mute. Was she angry? Upset?

I could explain. Maybe.

“Why?” She sniffled, and I saw tears filling her eyes. “How could you?”

Before I could switch off mute and reply, she cut the stream and exited the video chat. Only the dark screen remained.

Well, fuck.

I DIDN’T HEAR FROMGrace for a week. Every night, I logged into our game, waited for her to join me, to send me a message, or hop into my private party chat to tell me to fuck off. She never showed up. I hated that she didn’t bother to get online, even to hide from me and appear offline. I could tell when that shit happened.

My Grace had disappeared. I had a feeling she wasn’t going to come back, and that wasn’t acceptable.

My brilliant solution? Stalk her.

But first, I needed to know more about the woman who had shown up in my life and dug a little nest inside my heart. She wasn’t some fling or a girl I fucked for one night because I needed to get laid. I’d never treat Grace with anything less than the respect that she deserved.

I missed her. Just seven days since we spoke, and I already hated all the hours we missed gaming and the chats that let me know she was safe in her home where no one could harm her.

Go to her,my Reaper prompted.

“I will.”

It took me exactly one hour to locate her home address and place of employment via her pay stubs. Her cell phone number too. I had all I needed to hunt her down and follow my newest obsession, learn what I could about her routine, and then stalk her until she agreed to speak to me. Of course, I’d also be fine with entering her apartment and installing a few cameras so I could ensure she was always safe while also making it easy to enter and exit her home without her knowing about it.

Yeah, I was about to break more than a few laws, and I didn’t care. Neither did my Reaper. He wanted to storm inside the medical building and toss her sexy ass over our shoulder so we could kidnap her, fuck her, claim her, and keep her with us forever.

Fuck. I was so screwed.

That afternoon, I rode my bike to Grace’s job. She worked in a medical building as a receptionist, checking in patients and directing them to the correct office or department. There were six floors, and all of them remained busy for most of the day, dipping in the number of appointments close to lunch and toward five in the evening.

Grace worked a typical nine-to-five job, far too boring for an interesting woman like her. Her wage was shit, but the benefits weren’t terrible if that sort of thing mattered. I supposed they must have been a deciding factor for Grace since she took the position nearly eighteen months earlier. Oddly enough, there wasn’t a record of her working anywhere else before that, which popped more than a few red flags.

What the hell had she gotten herself into?

I had a lot more questions than answers which irritated the fuck out of me and made my Reaper feel anxious. The more I dug into her past, the less consistency and information I found. It didn’t make sense.

Until I realized that Grace didn’t exist eighteen months ago because she was either an informant or had entered WITSEC.

Shit. What the fuck was she doing online, soliciting sexual encounters for money, and risking whatever protection she had from the government?

“Fuck,” I exhaled, scrubbing a hand down my face. “Grace is working with the feds.”

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