Page 28 of Claiming His Bunny
Chapter 17
Ethan
Stalking through Kayla’s kitchen,I grin at the empty sink. For the first time since she moved in, Kayla actually did her dishes.
I enjoyed watching her panic as she finally realized I’d been around, doing these little things for her every day. It took her longer than I expected. She’s really not the housewifey type.
I thought her untidiness would irritate me, but I find it quite endearing. It’s a way for me to take care of her, to give her what she needs. And if what she needs is her bathroom cleaned like she mentioned, I’ll happily do it for her. After all, I clean up my crime scenes all the time. At least in Kayla’s bathroom, I won’t have to worry about blood spatter.
I won’t be doing it tonight, though. Tonight, I just want to be with her. Thanks to her herbal tea, I finally can.
Like a creature of habit, Kayla always drinks a cup of tea every evening. The same type every night. That’s why I added the sleeping drug into the handy tea bags. It’s perfect, really. Since the tea is packaged, I don’t have to worry about Kayla accidentally overdosing. If she drank loose-leaf tea, it would make things problematic, but it’s like she decided to make things easier for me.
A single cup of my special blend before bed should have her sleeping soundly through the night without ill effects in the morning.
Distressed as she was, Kayla drank three cups tonight. Other people would grab a bottle of liquor and chug it down, but not my bunny. Upon finding out a stalker was visiting her home, she made herself a cup of tea.
Chuckling, I make a mental note to check if she has some British relatives.
I admit I was a little worried about her ingesting more sleeping drug than I’d planned. It wouldn’t hurt her. I’d never give her something dangerous, but it could knock her out for longer than necessary. Kayla would certainly know something was off if she woke up at noon tomorrow instead of her usual six-thirty.
Fortunately, after yawning her way through her third cup of tea, Kayla finally gave up on staying awake. As the drug slowly took effect, she staggered her way to the bedroom, put on her warm socks and curled up under her heavy blanket.
I grin at that. She won’t be needing either of those things tonight. Tonight, I’ll be there to warm her.
Before moving to her bedroom, I re-check the security measures I’ve taken. The sensors around the house will alert me in the unlikely case someone approaches. Kayla’s phone is temporarily muted, the calls redirected to mine. That way, I can decide whether her phone will ring if someone calls. I have a silent alarm linked to my smartwatch that will wake me half an hour before Kayla’s alarm rings.
Everything is set. It’s almost time to go to bed.
I take a shower, using Kayla’s cherry-scented shower gel. It’s not a particularly manly fragrance, but it reminds me of her. Standing in her tiny shower cubicle, I can’t help but remember how she stood here and masturbated. How she moaned my name and begged for my cock. God! What I wouldn’t give to hear it with my own ears.
Soon,I soothe myself. Soon, but not tonight. Tonight, I’ll cherish simply holding her.
Still, that doesn’t stop me from palming my hard cock, groaning as I imagine Kayla on her knees in front of me. I’d grab her hair and wait for her to open that smart, beautiful mouth of hers before shoving my cock inside.
Oh, I bet her mouth would be wet and hot. I’d make her look into my eyes to remind her who owns her. Her body, her soul, and hopefully soon, her heart, too. I want all of it. I want Kayla Reynolds and I won’t stop until she’s mine.
Mine. The word has my cock twitching in my hand. I’m ready to come, but I hold back, slowing down to prolong the sensation.
A bottle of hair conditioner catches my eye. Kayla always rubs the white goop into her curls, smiling and humming to herself. I’ve watched that ritual for several nights already and always wished I could be a part of it. But maybe I could? Or a part of me could, at least.
I grin, feeling like a wicked felon for what I’m about to do. The feeling doesn’t stop me, though.
The bottle is half-empty. Unscrewing the lid, I realize the opening isn’t wide enough to fit my cock in, and I’m certainly not about to try. I’d hate to visit the ER with my cock stuck in a bottle of female hair conditioner.
I pump my hard length again, this time imagining my little bunny rubbing the conditioner in her hair. The thought of my scent on her, even if no one will be able to smell it, satisfies a deep, primal urge I didn’t even know I possessed. She’ll be marked as mine.
Mine.
“Oh, fuck…” With a groan, I come, taking great care to shoot most of my load into the bottle. Just like I expected, my cum has a similar color and consistency as the conditioner, so I just turn the bottle over a few times to make sure everything is nicely mixed before putting it back in its original place.
Kayla’s going to hate me if she ever finds out. The mental image of my little bunny being enraged makes me chuckle. Then again, she’s not just a harmless little pet. She has proven she can be a formidable opponent when she faced down Benjamin Adams.
My fists clench as I remember their altercation, and I have to take in some deep breaths to calm down. That fucking bastard! He thought he could threaten my Kayla?!
I started looking into him even before Director Smith asked me to do so. It’s obvious that he’s abusing his son, but nobody will say a word because Adams has friends everywhere. He has the power to destroy anyone. Finding people willing to testify against him is going to be difficult.
I’ve hacked into Aaron’s hospital records but found nothing useful. Every report ever written about Aaron is perfectly censored and curated to look like the boy’s condition is his mother’s fault. Those reports portray Benjamin Adams as a saint for taking care of his troubled son, when in reality, he’s nothing but an abusive asshole.
