Chapter 9

Keelan

S adie turned off the lamp on her nightstand, letting darkness into the room and allowing me to remain hidden. I was just another shadow in the closet. I waited until she was completely busy with her toy and then silently nudged the closet door open a crack and crawled out unnoticed. The soft creak was barely audible over the buzzing of the vibrator. I kneeled, and the moment my fingers touched the thick carpet, I stilled as I watched her body arch off the bed, the covers crumpling underneath. The moonlight through her window seeped into the darkness, allowing me to watch her touch herself. The sounds … my God, the sounds she made were enough to stir my blood and whet my appetite.

For now, I can only imagine how her body trembles beneath the sheets.

I missed the way she reached her peak of pleasure beneath me as I held her down—crying my name as I fucked her relentlessly. We may have hated each other, but our chemistry between the sheets could set the world on fire. The memory of her wet tightness around my cock chased my dreams ever since they locked me up. One memory that never left me was the night we fucked on my tattoo table a few months before she saw me kill a man. It was an image that stayed with me.

For twelve months, I was away from her body. An entire year without her whimpers, moans, and breathless pleas. It was way too fucking long without making that little spoiled princess completely mine.

I arrived in Vermont just over a week ago and quickly tracked her down. I started learning her routine, watching her every move and following her home each night. This right here has been my favorite sight yet.

Aisling never knew her exact address, but she did know she worked in a bookshop. Once I spotted Sadie locking up late at night, I followed her home. Unfortunately, before I could make a move, I saw that a man was staying with her. But I soon realized he didn’t live with her; it was only temporary. Not that it quelled my violent rage toward the fucker.

The bastard was a massive hitch in my plans. Instead of quickly getting into the house and waiting for the perfect moment to steal her away, I had to wait for the pretty boy to leave for good.

To say that I almost killed the motherfucker ten times was an understatement. I knew that if I slaughtered the man, Sadie would realize I was there and flee or call the cops. I couldn’t fuck up my plans because he put his hands on her.

Hands that touched what was mine.

What was more infuriating was that Sadie let him. Perhaps she forgot who she belonged to, but no matter. I would remind her soon. Everything for my plan to work was in motion, and patience was the key. Tomorrow morning was when I’d make my move.

Earlier this morning, once Sadie had left for work and pretty boy had locked the house, dragging his suitcase to his car, I broke in through the side door in the garage. After scoping out ideal hiding spots and giving her cute cat a good chin scratch, I showered in her bathroom.

Thank fuck for the hot water. I was sick of the dirty motel outside of town and its abyssal water pressure. Not only that, but I felt tortured by the fact that Sadie was close yet so far away. So, when I was inside her home, I did what any sane man would do. I jerked off in her shower. Soon, I’d mark her body as mine all over again. But for now, the tile on that shower would have to do.

Life was about simple pleasures: a hot shower, the smell of ink, and Sadie’s floral perfume, even if it made me sneeze. Being inside Sadie’s home, taking in her scent, and seeing the knick-knacks on the shelves was all I wanted to do … right before I shattered the perfect little lie that she built for herself.

I did almost fuck up this morning when I went around the house to the kitchen window over the back porch. The window was slightly ajar, so I could hear their bodies slapping and Sadie calling his name. The sound of her crying out made my blood boil. With the self-control I didn’t even know I possessed, I somehow refrained from cutting his dick off right there and then.

Well, that man won’t have the privilege of fucking my wife for much longer. She and I will be long gone when he comes sniffing around here again.

Another soft moan broke apart my thoughts in that dark bedroom, and everything else vanished as I watched her. Sadie was so beautiful as she was about to come undone. Her eyes were closed, slightly turned away from me as she pumped the hot pink vibrator in and out of her. My girl was fucking herself exactly how she liked it when I had her in my bed—hard and ruthless, with no mercy for her soaked pussy.

I turned my head and noticed the small wicker hamper on the left. A pair of dark pink lace panties peeked out, so I grabbed them and put them in my pocket. Once my prize was secured, I carefully moved toward her bed. Thankfully, the carpeted room muffled the sound of my hands and feet as I crawled along the floor. More than anything, I wanted to take her right then, but good things come to those who wait.

Once I reached her bed, I rolled onto my back and eased myself underneath, shifting quietly until I reached the middle of the bed. After adjusting, I found the perfect position to stay quiet and listen.

“Keelan!” she cried out.

My heart skipped a beat, and I held my breath. Had I been caught? I waited a few seconds to see if I needed to act, but I didn’t hear her move, and the buzzing continued. If she had seen me, surely she would scream in terror and try to run. I did my level best to ignore the way my dick grew hard at the sound of her voice, let alone my name . What the fuck?

“That’s it,” she continued, louder this time. Her breathing was heavy, accompanied by the light squeaking of her bed as she moved her hips against the vibrator. “Fuck me harder. Please. Oh, God!”

A wide, wicked grin pulled on my mouth, and I had to bite my lower lip to suppress a groan .

Slowly, I reached into my pocket and pulled out her underwear, bringing it up to my nose and closing my eyes. As she cried out my name again, I inhaled her scent.

Jesus fucking Christ.

It was a scent that alone made me feral. Images replayed inside my mind, still embedded from when Sadie let me have her. Choking and pinning her down before I filled her up with my cum. No fucking condoms necessary.

“Yes. Yes! Oh God, Keelan! Right there. I’m going to—I’m going to come all over your big cock!”

“Fuck, princess,” I whispered out loud while carefully unzipping my jeans. I pulled out my dick and rubbed myself up and down while my other hand held her underwear to my nose. By now, I was so fucking hard and aching for release that my hand was failing to provide. I needed her pussy wrapped around me, and soon, I would have it.

My little princess may have thought me a villain in her story, the man who sliced another man’s throat. Good. I wanted her to be afraid. I needed her to be scared. Because deep down, it was obvious that even after everything I did, I was the one on her mind when she touched herself. Even when she betrayed me and had me locked away, I was still in her fantasies. I was her pleasure, the ecstasy that pretty boy blatantly denied her over and over.

Fear me, baby. I’m about to ruin this perfect little life of yours.

With a last cry, she released all the air she held in and flipped off her toy, placing it back on her dresser so she could clean it in the morning. There was a ruffle of covers, and Sadie soon fell asleep, unaware of the monster under her bed.

That’s a good girl, Sadie .

Soon, it would be my cock deep inside her wet little pussy before she shut her eyes at night.