Page 30 of Sinner

Tonight I’d worn a different mask, a carefully crafted molding of a man with a half smile, half frown. It was a representation of being joyful in my ability to spend time with her while also feeling saddened I couldn’t taste every inch. Yet she would never see this one. Too bad. It suited me.

I stared down at her answers on the computer, enjoying every one of them. She’d answered honestly, which hadn’t surprised me. So many lied on their applications, fearful of retribution.

Not my girl.

She’d owned up to her kinky desires even if only for this exercise and while hiding behind a computer screen. Soon she’d feel free to expose the woman under the polished and practiced coat she’d attempted to keep secured around her. Perhaps she’d even shout to the world that she was born of sin and had been kept in the shadows, but would accept punishment for her cravings no longer.

I scrolled through her answers. There was almost nothing she hadn’t accepted as tolerable.

That left the playing field wide open. Every adventure awaited her.

I backed away from the computer, allowing my eyes to become accustomed to the darkness. I’d learned every inch of her home, appreciating the way she kept everything in perfect condition,completely organized and clean. I’d gone through her things, touching her clothes. Her pictures.

Her lingerie.

That had allowed me to form a perfect picture of her I would carry with me after leaving here tonight. I’d need to play this out as planned, even if my hunger had reached a pinnacle.

Being able to walk freely in her home was a gift. It was also a risk, but one I’d been willing to accept. She was too important to screw this up.

As soon as I walked into her room, I took a deep whiff. Her perfume lingered, a spicier representation of the woman hiding behind jeans and sweaters most of the time. I longed to see her shapely figure in a body-fitting dress. Call me sexist, but I preferred when beautiful women allowed their bodies to be seen, and later to be unwrapped as the perfect gift.

She was lying peacefully, the only light from a small hummingbird-shaped nightlight. Her long hair was splayed out across her pillows and she was breathing easily. She looked so innocent when she was asleep, as if a princess waiting for her prince to kiss her soft lips.

The idea was tempting, but I’d consider it forbidden for tonight. At least I’d enjoyed a single taste of her. Soon there would be more.

I moved closer, remaining as silent as I’d been the entire time I’d been inside her house. As I peered down at her, I felt a sense of protectiveness, a need to keep her from harm’s way.

Some would say given my raging desires that should include protection from the man standing in her room like a vulture. No one understood my intentions.

I glanced around the room, noticing a mostly empty wine bottle on a small table. Moving forward, I decided to make myself at home. Watching her brought great joy.

I sat in the comfy chair in the corner of a darkened room, enjoying a moment of peace while studying the beautiful copper-haired girl as she succumbed to sleep. I took a deep breath, holding in the incredible sweet fragrance of her lush body.

A single, muted moan slipped past her full lips as she rolled over, kicking one leg from under the covers. My cock remained at full attention as I studied the long line of her bare leg. Wearing only a tee shirt and panties, the shirt had been pushed up past her waist, exposing the blush pink of lace covering her pussy.

If I were truly an evil man, I would touch her in her most intimate place, but that would wait. The anticipation was worth me keeping a sense of patience. Not that I was very good at doing so.

I casually pulled the glass of wine to my lips, taking a swallow. While the vintage was cheap, at least the deep cabernet afforded me another clue about her. After placing the glass on her tiny table she had dressed up in lace, I leaned back. Thankfully, the chair was comfortable, soft in all the right places.

With my eyes closed, I was better able to envision her naked body writhing underneath mine. Only then would I hear and enjoy her subtle yet powerful moans as I fucked her long and hard.

Which is exactly what I intended on doing.

Soon, my sweet Desdemona.

The memories of the night shared were delicious, but not nearly satisfying enough. Fate had intervened. Perhaps timing. I’d been in the right place at the right time. I’d smelled the bastard’s intentions.

Kidnap. Torture. Kill.

A man cut from the same cloth yet sloppy in his methods. Now he didn’t need to worry about it.

I’d been waiting for her, for the sweet Desdemona who fantasized about bad men stalking and hunting her, capturing her to serve their perverted needs. I’d seen her eyes fill with hate, yet she’d fed off the rage and desire coursing through her vein. Had murder been in her list of hungers? Not necessarily, but even online I’d witnessed a need as complex and damaged as my own.

She’d wanted me to find her, forcing her to beg for what she wanted. That couldn’t come soon enough.

After all this time, she thought I had no clue about her, no understanding of who she was or any aspect of her day-to-day life.

But she was wrong.

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