Page 13 of Claiming His Bunny
Ethan
Guilt tugs at meas I watch my bunny pace her living room in the middle of the night, a knife clutched in her hand. She’s scared, and it’s all my fault. I mean, I knew she would be scared, but actually seeing her flinch at the slightest noise makes me feel like an asshole. A manipulative asshole, that’s what she called me. Not that I was paying attention to her words at the time, too distracted by her beauty.
Her flawless umber skin glistened with moisture from the shower she had just taken, her wild curls dripping water onto the floor. Even without makeup and her fancy clothes, she still looked as beautiful as the first time I saw her, if not more.
My painfully hard cock jerked as I watched the camera feed and couldn’t help but stroke myself, my motions becoming faster and rougher as she lathered lotion all over her body. When she bent over, presenting me the lush curves of her ass and her pussy, I exploded on the spot.
Fuck, she’s so perfect! I don’t know how much longer I can keep myself from going to her place and touching her. I’ve already ordered the drugs I’ll need to give her to make sure she sleeps through the night, but I still have to figure out how to administer them without alerting her and, more importantly, without risking an overdose.
She doesn’t keep much food at home and has either ordered food from a local restaurant or made herself a simple sandwich for dinner every night so far. There’s no way for me to drug her food without her noticing. Her fridge only has some basic ingredients: a few yogurts, bottles of water, milk, and orange juice.
I contemplated using the orange juice, but there’s no way to tell how much she’ll drink each evening, if any. I need to use something she ingests regularly. I guess I’ll just have to keep watching her every day until I figure something out.
Oh, what a hardship, I think with a grin as I replay the shower footage. As I watch her wash herself between her legs, my stupid cock gets hard again, even though I’ve already jerked off four times tonight. This obsession is worse than being a horny teenager.
The only thing dampening my excitement is the exhaustion and fear in Kayla’s eyes. That’s my fault. I need to somehow convince her she’s safe. That I’d never hurt her. That I’d protect her with my life. Right now, Kayla’s house is the safest place on earth. Too bad she doesn’t realize it.
How do I calm her fears?
I think about bringing her gifts. Everyone likes gifts. But I don’t know her well enough to pick something good, something perfect for her. What does she like? What does she crave? I’ve stalked her socials back and forth and didn’t find anything other than her sharing cute horse videos, accompanying them with heart-eyed emojis.
She likes horses, I guess? I could get her a horse, but what would she do with it in her tiny house? I chuckle as I imagine her face if she walked into her living room and found an actual horse. I’m almost tempted to do it just to see her expression.
No, gifts won’t do it right now. She’d just freak out and call the police again. I’m not afraid they’ll find out it was me who broke into her house or find the cameras I left behind, but I didn’t like them being there.
Watching men walk around her house, touching stuff they had no business touching, made my blood boil. The only man allowed inside Kayla’s house is me. Only I can touch her things; only I can touchher. Well, not yet, but soon.
I don’t want the police back, and oddly enough, I think that neither does she. The stupid fuckers brushed her off, anyway. If I really were someone set on hurting her, their negligence would have gotten her killed. It’s a good thing she has someone watching out for her.
I turn my attention back to the live feed and watch Kayla lifelessly wade through her morning routine, stifling one yawn after another. Her clothes are much more conservative today and cover almost all her beautiful skin, as if she were trying to hide from the world.
“There’s no hiding from me, Kayla,” I murmur. Running my fingers over the screen, I imagine I’m actually caressing her cheek. “I’ll always be here. I’ll always watch. Now, I need to figure out what makes you tick. What is your passion? What do you desire? I’ll bring you the stars and the moon. I’ll bring you the heads of your enemies. Just say the word, bunny.”
She doesn’t say anything, though, just eats her yogurt in silence, then leaves for work. Once again, she leaves the cup on the table.
I roll my eyes. It looks like I’ll be taking a detour before going to my office.
Chapter 9
Kayla
“I heard there wastrouble at your place last night,” Michelle says as soon as I drop my tired ass into my chair.
I stifle a groan and a yawn at once, wanting nothing more than to sleep. “News travels fast around here, huh?” Great. Just great.
“It always does in small towns.” Michelle leans against my desk with a worried look. “What happened? Are you alright?”
“Someone broke into my house and left a bouquet of bluebells on the table.”
Michelle draws her brows even closer together. “That’s…disturbing.”
“Thank you!” Finally, someone who sees it the same way. “The police said it was probably just a prank, but I’m not so sure.”
“Did someone threaten you?” She knows, just as well as I do, that while our job is rewarding, it can also be dangerous. Not all people are as sweet as Georgia Simpson.
I shake my head. “No. I’ve had difficult cases back in Kansas City, but they never got personal. Well, not this kind of personal. Plus, it’s over three hundred miles away, and it’s not like I broadcasted my new address on national TV. Only my best friend and my parents know my new address. That’s why this makes no sense.”
“Hmm.” Michelle scratches her chin, deep in thought. “The bluebells must mean it’s connected to this town, but you’ve only been here for how long, three days? Did you make mortal enemies already?” She attempts to tease me but her joke falls flat.
