Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 1

Mistress

I'd been watching her for weeks now; stalking her, if you will. After all, she was my prey. Her body, her mind—my quarry. I knew it was just a matter of time before I would claim this woman as mine, and what's more, she would beg me to take her.

Though I hadn't been looking for another woman in my life, she caught my attention anyway.

I watched her every move—twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.

I watched her at home, at work and, of course, I watched her at play.

She was beautiful, with her dark brown hair that cascaded in waves to the center of her back. She had an amazing body, but what had really caught my attention was her downturned eyes. Even from a distance, I could see tiny flecks of what looked like gold dust in her dark brown orbs. It wasn't the color that caught my attention, nor her lashes, which were extraordinarily long and full. What caught my attention was the way she kept her eyes downcast, showing me that above all else, Camila Cabello was a natural submissive.

It was easy for me to observe her. Some thought I was a disgusting pervert, preying on an innocent girl like that—a predator even. They would be right. I was a predator, lethal in every way, and I wasn't even human.

At five foot four, with raven colored hair and eyes that have been described as the color of pine trees of the forest, I appeared harmless. My body was perfectly conditioned, but not so bulky as to alarm people. Like women of most species, I was attractive. In my case, though, I used it as a weapon to draw in unsuspecting victims.

My vision—superior both in the daytime and at night—let me see things clearly, even at a distance. It allowed me to observe Camila most nights from my apartment in the building across the street. Sometimes I even listened to her from her balcony, hidden from view, though I didn't like it when I couldn't see her.

She caught my attention one night while I was looking out my window. The entire western wall of her high-rise apartment was made of glass, allowing anyone to see in. She had been lying on her bed, nude, pleasuring herself. Sure, she kept the lights off so that no one could really see her, but that sense of exhibitionism had me captivated. I couldn't get her out of my mind.

After some research I learned a bit more about her. I was pleasantly surprised to find out that she worked at a company owned by my family. Under the guise of wanting to work there I was able to observe her more.

I scrutinized the way she would interact with her co-workers. She always did as she was told, and although she was clearly intelligent and very competent at her job, she seemed to be content to follow her boss' every instruction, never making waves—even when it was warranted.

I continued to observe her and was pleased to see that this was also true in her life outside of work. She was independent and lived on her own—without a roommate—but instead of living a wild life of a single woman in her twenties, publicly, she followed all of the rules, right down to waiting for the walk signal when crossing a street. In the privacy of her apartment it was a different matter.

Privately, she was confident, sexual and wild. I wanted nothing more than to have her at my feet. The information I'd gathered changed her from being a person of interest into the woman that I wanted to have submit to me.

I couldn't wait to have her...and I would. There was just one small thing to take care of first—one small brunette thing.

Lucy was, in theory, the perfect sub. She never made a mistake, never said no, never called 'red.'