Page 118 of Sinner

I finally headed into her bedroom, taking a full minute to savor standing in the shimmer of moonlight highlighting her bed through the partially open blinds. I’d never forget the first time I’d stood in this same place, experiencing a true joy that had eluded me for so long.

I pulled the rose to the slits in the mask, taking a deep whiff of the sweet fragrance. She deserved bouquets of roses every day. My mind wandered to the intense hunger that never abated. I longed for another taste of the discomfort and fear radiating off her skin.

Just like before.

The hunt.

The chase had been magnificent in every way.

Sadly, we were past that stage now. Although I would continue surprising her in methods she couldn’t predict.

Like tonight.

I’d ignored her, something that had seemed necessary, yet my body had ached the entire time I’d followed my conscience. When had I done that before?

With methodical steps, I advanced toward her bed, taking the time to turn down the covers. As I placed the rose on her softpillow, I took another deep breath and held it. This was even more intimate than the primal acts we’d performed together.

Now I would wait for her return.

Then I would take what my little lamb already knew belonged to me.

All of her.

Before I had a chance to turn away from her bed, I heard a slight noise and smiled.

“You knew I’d come for you,” I told her.

“You’re entirely too predictable,” Jessica whispered in a husky tone.

“I’ll need to keep that in mind. I wouldn’t want you to grow bored.”

“I doubt that will ever happen.”

I slowly turned all the way around, laughing softly from the sight of the crude yet effective mask she was wearing. It was similar to one of mine, although the eyes were bright red as if the woman was attempting to appear like the devil.

She was far too innocent, too precious to be a demon yet her attempt at roaming the depraved depths of my world excited the hell out of me.

Also dressed in all black, the attempt at parodying me was amusing.

It also fueled the yearning.

She’d laid in wait as I’d done with her many times before. My cock was twitching from the thought of her decadently degenerate aspects.

The truth was that in craving her, in needing to taste every inch, I was letting go of years of hatred and rage. Did she know how much she’d affected my life? Did she truly understand that she’d tempered the beast born of violence?

“Come here, little lamb,” I commanded.

“No.”

“No?”

To prove her insolence, she took a step backward and further into the shadows, only the glow of the crude X’s cut into her mask providing any indication of where she was.

“No,” she reiterated.

“Hmmm… I think you forget who you belong to. Come to me.”

“You’ll need to catch me first.”

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