Page 19 of His Property

I look over my shoulder at her neighbor’s house to double check for lights, and they’re all off just like they were hours ago when I got here. I turn back to Mae’s window and press on the glass before lifting up.

She had it locked the other night when I tried it, but she must not have checked it since I unlocked it last night. I planned to take her then but had a change of heart. Gabi’s right, all the preparation I’ve been doing in the basement has been distracting, and I not only got my ass reamed for being late to a job yesterday, I’ve also been neglecting my sister.

Last night, just as I got the window to Mae’s bedroom open, I decided I wouldn’t take her home with me. She’d be nothing but a distraction I can’t afford, and when I left her house, I fully intended it to be the last time. I already paid the little shit’s debt, and no one knew the difference. I would just walk away, accept the life I have, and lock my demons back in their cage.

Coming here tonight was me giving in to temptation. I just wanted to look. Watch. See her tossing and turning from nightmares I want to explore and duck out of sight when she inevitably woke up and came to the window like she has every other night. That alone has my blood pumping, adrenaline racing through my veins, and that alone is enough to excite me. I thought I could be content with that, but I’m not.

She hasn’t come to the window tonight. Not while I’ve been out here at least, and today, she left her house and didn’t even notice me following her. It’s like she’s forgetting about me, and I can’t fucking stand it.

The window is open, and I’m climbing through before I can exert the self-control to stop myself. I barely make a sound as I move, and Mae doesn’t stir.

I could just take her for a week. Hell, a couple of days. How much havoc could she wreak on my life by diverting my attention for a couple of days? My sister wouldn’t even realize she was in our house.

I can be quick.

Right?

Fuck, I should just walk away.

Mae gasps, and I stand perfectly still by her window. She rolls over, her face scrunched as she hugs a pillow to her chest. She’s still asleep.

My cock strains against my jeans, and I adjust myself. I peel my eyes from her face to take in her bedroom. It’s pretty small, so there isn’t a lot in here. She’s got clothes in the closet, a long dresser with a jewelry box on it, and a big chair covered with stuffed animals.

I walk to the chair and pick up a stuffed rabbit, surveying it as if it’ll tell me something about its owner. Where did she get it? Boyfriend?

I set the bunny down and straighten it like it was. Mae whimpers behind me, and I toss a look at her over my shoulder. She’s still, but her face looks like she’s living out something intense in her mind.

I walk in front of the dresser and flip open the jewelry box. There’s a silver bracelet that’s a bunch of hearts strung together, and it catches my eye. I lift it up for a moment then pocket it.

I go to close the jewelry box, but Mae whimpers again, and this time, it sounds like she says my name.

I turn to face her and tilt my head.

Am I hearing things?

Mae whimpers again, but it’s closer to a moan than it is any noise someone would make out of fear. My cock pulses, and I adjust myself again. I walk to the bed and stand right over Mae, watching her face as it contorts.

My eyes lock onto her full lips, and I start to lose all sense as I think about how they would feel wrapped around me. The sounds she would make as I thrusted into her throat.

I move my gaze to her carotid and flex my hand. All it would take is a minute of pressure to keep her unconscious and slung over my back while I hauled her to my car.

It’s just a few days. A week tops. Gabi won’t even know.

“Mmm, Victor,” Mae whimpers, just before rolling onto her back.

My muscles tense, and my cock throbs.

What the fuck?

I look at her bedroom door and listen for the kid, knowing I won’t hear anything. He’s asleep. She’s asleep. I could leave now and no one would know I was ever here.

But I won’t leave now. I can’t stop myself. Not this time.

Staring at Mae, I slowly unbuckle my belt. It jingles but doesn’t rouse her. I unbutton and unzip my pants before sliding my hand into my boxers. My cock jumps when I grasp it and glide my hand up and down, my eyes roaming Mae’s body, mostly covered by the comforter.

I grasp the top of the comforter and drag it down until caramel legs come into my view. My heart stutters, and I grip my shaft hard as I stare down at Mae’s hardened nipples poking through a pink, satin cami.

Mae gasps, and this time it’s loud and full of fear. I know she’s awake before I meet her wide eyes.

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