Page 45 of Kings of Decay
I watched Willow from a hidden space between the tall cedar trees.
I felt a twisted sense of possessiveness as she walked back from the store, her hips swaying in a silent invitation. I wanted her. I craved her. I'd been watching her, waiting for this moment for what seemed like an eternity.
But Ainsley and I had agreed not to make the move until the storms came. Then, she would be helpless with no way to escape.
I flicked my tongue over my bottom lip, imagining what she'd taste like. Her kiss. Her cunt. I wanted it all.
I followed her from a distance. She didn't notice me, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Her dark, curly hair flowed behind her, tousled by the gentle breeze. The snow started to fall again, leaving a fine dusting on her shoulders and the tips of her boots.
My cock stiffened in my pants as I watched her walk. She drove me crazy, more than any woman ever had. I wanted to take her. I wanted to break her and use her until she was mine.
Until she wasours.
My brother and I were very good at sharing.
I kept out of sight until Willow was home. She and her father rented a quaint little cabin, one that my father conveniently owned and one that I had an extra pair of keys for. It wasn't hard to get copies. My father barely checked in on his rentals, anyway.
I waited by the window, watching her. Willow was moving around in the dim light of the cabin, her body cast in shadows as the sunset glow sneaked through the curtains. She was alone. Her father was at work or something.
I crept closer to the window, pressing my face against the cold glass.
Willow moved around the tiny cabin, putting away groceries after taking off her jacket. She wore tight leggings and a big hoodie that always seemed to ride over her butt, framing it perfectly.
I groaned as she pulled the hoodie off. She was wearing a tank top with no bra. Her perky nipples pushed against the white cotton. I imagined running my tongue over each one, teasing them to hard peaks while she arched her back and moaned in pleasure.
I needed to know if she felt as good in real life as she did in my dreams.
Soon. Soon. I soothed my inner beast.
Willow moved to the bathroom, and I followed along the outside of the cabin. I knew the layout perfectly.
The bathroom window wasn't frosted because no one worried about privacy when your neighbor was a mile away. Perfect for me.
I watched from the shadows as she turned on the shower and undressed.
Her bare figure moved gracefully, the soft light casting long shadows that made her look even more... vulnerable. I licked my lips, imagining the feel of her warm, soft skin beneath my touch. I cursed, smashing my fist against the tree trunk as I struggled to restrain myself.
Her naked body disappeared behind the floral shower curtain. Through the poor insulation, I could hear her singing faintly. It was off-key, but I didn't care.
I groaned as the monstrous part of me took over. I couldn't keep waiting. I needed to be closer to her.
Using the spare keys, I quietly let myself into the cabin. I could hear the soft hum of the shower, and a million thoughts raced through my head.
I moved to the bathroom, where the door was open. It wouldn't close perfectly because whichever shitty handyman my father employed didn't hang it right. I leaned against the door frame, letting the steam wash over my face.
If I reached out, I'd be able to grab her.
No, I had to wait. Ainsley and I would take her together.
But that didn't mean I couldn't watch.
I pushed my hand down my pants and wrapped my hand around my throbbing cock. The pleasure made my eyes roll as I jerked off to the smell of her shampoo and the sound of her voice.
I imagined how the water was rolling off her body, how her hands moved over her flesh, how she might touch herself and think of me.
I bit the side of my cheek, holding in my grunts as I moved my hand faster and faster over my cock. My cock was so fucking hard for this woman, and I couldn't help myself. I had to see her, hear her, smell her.
I leaned in closer, my breath fogging against the vanity mirror as Willow sang softly. She still had no idea I was here, almost completely in the bathroom.
