Page 1 of Sinner

PROLOGUE

Darkness.

There was nothing as exciting as the intense shadows created by a dark and stormy night. I reveled in the electricity crackling in the air from the approaching storm. The single bolt of lightning lit up the sky in magical flashes of gritty neon.

I stood outside for a few moments before sliding the tool into the top lock. Within three seconds, it turned, presenting no issue. The bottom lock was even easier and after a quick scan of the two roads intersecting the quaint home, I entered, closing the door behind me with a soft click.

The only sound was the slight hum coming from the kitchen, the noise easily recognizable as a running dishwasher. Silently, I moved through the house, drinking in the scent of vanilla and cinnamon from a candle only recently snuffed out.

Everything was organized. There were no dishes in the sink, nothing left on any counter. There was a vase on the kitchentable, flowers recently placed into cool water. I took a deep whiff, the summer bouquet providing very little scent.

The bookcase in the living room was just as neat, every book organized by height, not a single one out of place. The few photographs were positioned in a slight arc and I couldn’t help myself, holding one in my fingers for a few precious seconds, admiring the three women standing arm in arm, smiling for an unknown photographer.

I found myself jealous, a rarity in my life. She wasn’t allowed to be with anyone else.

My chest tightened at the thought of taking her, yet the time wasn’t right.

I moved through the darkness, the nightlight in the hallway doing little more than capturing the shadows I adored. I knew the location of her bedroom. The door was wide open and I walked inside. The aroma was incredible, a sweet combination of strawberries and night-blooming jasmine.

As soon as I approached her bed, my cock stiffened, the arousal anticipated. She had that kind of stark effect on me. The beauty lay sleeping, her long hair splayed out across her plump pillow like a gorgeous fan.

Another bolt of lightning created glorious colorful lines across her body from between the slats on the open blind. Didn’t she know to be careful, to shut out the rest of the vermin crawling on the earth?

I moved closer, barely able to control my actions. She’d kicked down the covers, exposing her torso and the upper part of her long legs, the rise and fall of her chest accentuating her voluptuous breasts. With one arm bent, her hand under thepillow and her legs shifting open by a few inches, I was given a gift of seeing her wet panties.

My mouth watered at the thought of tasting her. I could only imagine she was sweet like cherries. The thought brought a chuckle, the slight rumble not enough to disturb her beauty sleep. I remained where I was, the bright red numbers of her inexpensive clock allowing me to count down ten minutes of sheer joy.

The thought of touching her was strong, but I refused to give in to temptation. The wait would be well worth my while. She wasn’t ready to accept the inevitable, but soon, very soon she would be.

I turned away, concerned I’d lose all sense of control with her, catching my reflection in the mirror above her dresser. A new mask. A new obsidian identity. A new method of pleasure.

After reaching the door, I tipped my head enough to take one last, long look at the woman who had become my ultimate prey.

Did she know I was watching her? Did she have any idea how long I’d spent waiting for this very moment, a chance to touch and taste? Did she even care I’d been protecting her, keeping a close eye on everything she did?

There were far too many predators in the wild.

I’d first invaded her mind with the darkness that prevailed inside of me, a hunger so rich and deep that I’d thought no one could tolerate my desires.

Then I’d found her, the perfect specimen. She’d slipped into my reality in a way I hadn’t anticipated. By enjoying the game.

Even if I was required to be careful, to continue my perfect life, I’d already decided she was mine.

If I knew anything about the beauty, she was expecting me. She longed for a brutal man, her hunger matching my own. Twisted. Jaded. Even sick, but we were two of a kind.

When it was time, she would never forget our very first meeting. That precious, incredible, and dangerous moment would be just the beginning.

For she was my little lamb and I was her… Sinner.

CHAPTER 1

Jessica

“I’m coming for you!”His gruff voice managed to echo in the dense forest just before he howled.

I did so adore a man with a deep, husky voice.“You will die.”

The loud breathing surrounding me matched the rapid thumping of my heart. There was nothing like the electrifying rush of pure adrenaline.

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