Page 20 of Claiming His Bunny
The tiniest moan escapes her, and she throws her head back before resting her forehead against the wall. My eyes widen in surprise when I realize what she’s doing.
“Are you making yourself feel good, Kayla?” I murmur, unzipping my pants to let my painfully erect cock out. Lazily stroking it, I watch her pleasure herself.
A decent man would stop watching. But then again, a decent man wouldn’t put three cameras into her shower cubicle just to ensure he had a perfect angle to watch her fingers disappearing into her pussy. Good thing I’m not a decent man.
Unable to look away, I keep stroking myself, only stopping when she moans again. Did she just…did she just fucking moan my name?!
I rewind the recording and crank up the volume. The shower sounds like a roaring waterfall now, but I can clearly hear Kayla’s words. “More, Ethan,” she moans, rubbing herself harder.
Oh, my fucking god.
I really hope she’s not thinking of a different guy named Ethan because I wouldn’t just kill the fucker. I’ddestroyhim. I’d cut him into so many pieces that not even a fucking jigsaw puzzle champion could put him back together. I’d—
“Ethan, please,” Kayla moans, interrupting my bout of murderous rage. “I need you.”
My heart stops. Time stands still. The damned planet ceases its rotation. Sheneedsme?
“I need your cock,” Kayla continues, and that’s it for me. Without even moving my hand, I reach my peak, the orgasm sudden and blinding in its intensity. I’m frozen in place, unable to move as I spill my cum all over the forest floor.
The cold seeping into my back from the wall behind me doesn’t even register anymore. I could be leaning naked against a block of ice and still feel hot. Burning. Burning with the need for little Kayla Reynolds, a girl who just begged me for my cock.
“I’ll give it to you, little bunny,” I promise as I finally catch my breath. “I’ll give you my cock soon enough.”
Not tonight, though. As much as my body burns for her, I need to tread carefully. Conquering her body will be easy, but it’s not just her body I want. I want her mind, too. Her heart. Her everything. And for that, I need to be patient, even when the vixen taunts me like this.
Since the bedroom cameras show her soundly sleeping now, I stalk over to her house and pick her new lock, humming in approval when I see the new type she got. It takes time and precision to pick and a common burglar wouldn’t bother with it, moving on to an easier target instead.
My bunny is safe from everyone but me.
Not wanting to leave footprints, I take my shoes off and tiptoe around in my socks. My first steps lead to the entrance hall, where Kayla’s purse still hangs from the dresser. It takes me all of two minutes to find her phone and install my tiny app on it.
The app will allow me to see all her messages, listen in to her calls, track her location, and pretty much watch everything she does with the device. The pages she opens, the social media she scrolls, the games she plays. Not that she appears to have any installed, thank god.
Putting the phone back into her purse, I pick up the pumps and put them on the rack where they belong. I can’t have her walking around all sleepy in the morning and breaking her neck when she trips over the damned shoes.
Just as I tiptoe over to the bedroom door, intent on peeking inside, Kayla’s phone starts ringing. Fuck! I’m too far away from the back door to make a run for it, so I just dive behind the sofa and pray she won’t notice me here. That would cut the “getting used to me” period short considerably.
Who the hell is even calling her at two a.m.?! It better not be a guy.
Kayla sounds just as irritated as I am as she scrambles out of her bed. “What the fuck?” she mutters, rubbing her eyes. “Where’s the stupid phone?”
I catch a glimpse of her feet—she’s wearing thick, fluffy socks—as she moves around the living room, the persistent ringing guiding her to the entrance hall. “I’m coming, I’m coming. What the fuck?” Yawning, she finally locates the damned device. “Huh? Amy?” The sleepiness and irritation disappear from her voice, replaced by worry.
Since I’ve done my homework, I know Amy Hudges is Kayla’s best friend. Kayla’s socials are full of their photos together. Only a few of them are recent, though, and none of them are with Amy’s current boyfriend, Craig Denver.
Kayla answers the phone. “Amy, what’s wrong?” I can’t understand the girl on the other side, but her voice is frantic. Kayla gasps. “What?! That fucking asshole! No, no. Listen. Ames, listen! You need to call the police. No. I know it gets Craig in trouble. That’s the whole point!”
A growl escapes Kayla as Amy talks. “No, Amy,” she interrupts. “He hit you once. He’s going to do it again.”
I barely manage to smother my own enraged growl. I focus my personal crusade on child abusers, but I loathe abusers of any kind. And it seems that Amy’s partner just got added to my list.
“Your head? God, Ames, you need to go to a hospital. No, seriously. Head wounds are no joke. Look…” She rubs her forehead. “I’m coming over. No, it’s not a long drive. I’ll be at your place in a couple of hours, but right now, you have to call the police. Do you understand me? Amy, please.”
Amy’s already incoherent words are further muffled by sobbing and sniffling. I can hear her better now since Kayla has returned to the living room. “I know, Amy,” she says, her voice surprisingly calm. “I know you love him. And I know he told you he loves you. But this is not love. Listen, everything will be alright. I promise. I’ll be there in like…five hours. Call the police, please. They’ll take you to a hospital. Do not stay alone, Amy, do you understand? Tell the police you’re afraid he might come back and—NO! Of course he will apologize, but he will do it again, Amy. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but he will do it. Trust me, please. Please, Amy. I’m coming.”
With that, Kayla ends the call and tosses the phone onto the table. “Fuck,” she curses as she sprints into the bedroom and ruffles through her clothes. “Fuck him. Fucking bastard! I’m going to kill him!”
A smile curls my lips.No, my little bunny,I think to myself.There’s no need for you to stain your soul with such a dark deed. I’ll kill him for you. I’ll kill him and bring you his—
