Page 13 of Done Waiting

Tsk, tsk, baby girl. Don’t you know danger lurks in the darkness?

Once it’s raised, I stealthily climb inside, my heart pounding frantically inside my chest. My boots sink into the plush bedroom carpet, soundless as I move toward the woman I’ve been obsessively watching for months. Her face is relaxed, long lashes fanning over her cheek, breathing steady and even.

My pulse hammers in my neck as I lean over her, so close my head spins dizzily from inhaling her vanilla and honey scent, infiltrating my lungs. Closing my eyes, I relish in it, desperate to touch her, yet wanting to prolong every second of this most sacred meeting.

Opening my eyes, a smug smile curls my lips. She’s unaware of the danger in her bedroom as she blissfully sleeps. As I calculate how best to manipulate this situation, the power coursing through me is heady and treacherous. I could kidnap her from her mother’s house, and no one would know who did it. Plus, that would really piss off the Ice Queen.

Swallowing hard, I exhale slowly, gaining control of my emotions.No, you can’t. That’s not the course of action you decided on. You’re already acting irrationally. Sneaking through her bedroom window isnotpart of the plan.

She whimpers, the sound reminding me of an injured animal. Her lashes flutter but don’t open, eyes rapidly moving beneath her closed lids. “No, Daddy.” Her voice reminds me of achild breaking from the pain and trauma of the loss of the most important person in her world. “Please, don’t leave me.”

Fuck.My chest is so damned tight I can barely suck in a breath. When I do, it’s painful and thick, burning and choking me as my heart squeezes.

Maddie’s body writhes on the bed, a sob breaking free. “Daddy… No.”

“Shhhh.” My voice is low as I place a finger gently on her arm, lightly stroking the soft material of the dress she wore to her father’s funeral. “It’s okay, Maddie. I’m here. You’re safe.”

She stills, breasts straining against her clothing from her breaths rasping in and out of her lungs.

My hand slides higher, over the rounded curve of her shoulder, then gently over the bare skin of her neck.Fuck, she feels like satin.Her skin is damp from sweat, reminding me of dew-covered rose petals. God, I want to run my lips and tongue over her salty skin, tasting her.

Control yourself. You’ll wake her if you do something so foolish.

My finger trails higher, tracing over the curves of her beautiful face. A soft, content sigh parts her lips, the sound going straight to my cock, which thickens inside my jeans. But my focus isn’t on my dick right now. It’s on the way Maddie’s body relaxes into my touch, her mewl music to my ears.

“Don’t leave me.” Her whisper is so faint that had I not been hovering so close to her prone body lying with the covers beneath her breasts, I wouldn’t have heard it.

“Never.” My voice wavers slightly, shocked at the words that left my mouth. My jaw clenches, the monster’s eyes glowing red inside of me, pissed at my promise to her. But I shove him deeper inside of me, ignoring his condemning expression.

Swallowing hard, my gravelly tone makes a pledge to her sleeping form in the darkness of her childhood bedroom. “I’llnever leave you, Maddie.” My hand strokes her golden strands spread behind her on the pillow.

She rolls, moving closer to me. Her hand stretches out, searching for something. When she touches my hand, a smile curves her lips as she wraps her fingers around mine. Blowing out a wistful sigh, she says two words that have me in a chokehold. “I’m safe.”

Then she blissfully drifts off to sleep as I hover over her, my back aching from this awkward position, not wanting to move for fear of waking her.

Maddie’s even more beautiful in her sleep, her angelic lips still curved in that dreamy smile. My gaze moves to her ample bust, cleavage visible from her writhing motions that caused the fabric of her dress to slip lower. God, I want to lick the valley between her tits, squeezing them in my hands, feeling her nipples harden into tight buds. My wayward thoughts consume me, imagining the feel of her tight pussy as my head settles between her legs, my tongue running through her soaked folds. My hands shake, desperate to touch her.

Fuck, Jagger. Stop this. Your shaking hands will wake her.

The feel of her hand around mine caused electric shocks to shoot through my body like tiny lightning bolts. I’m entranced, having never felt anything remotely like this, as I inhale her warm scent.

This is dangerous, my monster screams.You’re playing with fire.

Then let it fucking burn me alive.Ican’tleave her. Iwon’t.Everyone else has abandoned her, but not me.

Leaning forward, I press my lips against her forehead, featherlight against her porcelain skin, whispering words from the depths of my blackened heart. “I won’t ever leave you, Maddie. You’re mine. You just don’t know it yet, baby girl.”

I stay in her room, hovering over her, my body screaming from the pain. I slowly straighten when she finally rolls onto her back, releasing my hand. Still captivated by her, I’m unable to avert my eyes.

Then I sink onto the bed beside her, careful not to disturb her. I can’t resist touching her, my tingling fingers grazing over her face and through her silky blonde locks, then down her throat. Swallowing hard, my heart pounding frantically as my gaze is laser-focused on her cleavage that swells from her black dress. Running a finger lightly from her neck to the valley between her breasts, a smirk curls my lips at the goosebumps left in the wake of my gentle caress. Her lips part, a low moan breaking free as she arches against my fingertips, begging for more.

Andfuck, how I ache to give her so much more. To give her pleasure like she’d never experienced before, her body needy and frenzied, begging for me not to stop. When she can’t take anymore, I’d slide deep inside her tight, wet pussy, losing myself in her until I fill her with so much come it drips from her for days.

Oh, Maddie. You have no idea what I want to do to you, baby girl.I could be your everything until that final, perfect moment is upon us. With regret heavy in my heart, I’d slit your beautiful throat, staring into those honey-brown orbs, the last thing you’ll ever see.

And it would be the last thing the Ice Queen would ever see as I rip her entire world from beneath her fucking feet, taking from her as she took from me. I’d be vindicated, finally getting the vengeance I’ve craved foryears.

My head lifts, moving to her window. A long sigh leaves my lips as I get to my feet, knowing I need to leave before the skies lighten. I can’t risk being seen.

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