Her Voice 2 [JENLISA]

Chapter 13

Lisa

I watched her lay in her bed, surrounded by all the white, fluffy pillows and the comforter. Her eyes were closed, and she hadn’t noticed me enter her room.

She was lost in her thoughts while I was lost in watching her.

The rise of her chest as she took each breath. I scanned her face, watching, staring, studying every inch of her features. She looked like the image of innocence lying there.

Chestnut hair. Hazel eyes with a hint of green specks. Soft skin I wanted to touch. Would she blush under my hands? Would she moan into my kisses? Like last night…

She was an innocent soul I wanted to corrupt. A forbidden beauty I wanted to steal away.

I remembered the way she had writhed under me, the way her lips parted in a silent gasp when I kissed her sweet cunt.

Her scent was intoxicating.

I remembered her sweetness, how her honey-saturated flesh tasted on my tongue, and I licked my lips.

Fuck, I wanted to taste her again. Craved it. I have had just one taste, and I was already a man obsessed.

Rubbing my fingers over my lips, I caught a little faded scent of her pussy. I knew it wasn’t there. It was all in my head. She was so fucking ingrained in my head that I could still smell her flowered-fragrant essence. Roses and peaches. Sweetest pussy I ever had.

I kept seated, giving her time to feel my presence. And when she finally did, her eyes popped open in shock. Her lips parted in surprise and she stared at me. Our eyes met, and then her gaze traveled to the length of me, as if she were really making sure I was here. Really here, in her bedroom, watching her like a fucking stalker.

But what could I say?

I was a damn sexy stalker. And I knew exactly how to make my prey melt into my arms and then melt into a puddle of need at my feet, on her knees.

Raising an eyebrow, I nodded toward her nightstand where she kept my pen—now her pen—and the notepad. Jennie sat up and quickly fished out the stuff. I noticed the way she swallowed. The sweet myshka was nervous. I bet her heart was racing right now, a little scared, anxious with a hint of excitement.

“What are you doing here?” she wrote on the paper.

I shrugged instead of replying. She didn’t need to know my thoughts…my dark…filthy thoughts.

Instead, I nodded toward the tray of food on her nightstand. I had the maid bring it up to Jennie after doing some “research.” Like I said, I was a woman obsessed.

The need to know everything about her was overwhelming.

That included her favorite food. I had walked into the kitchen and subtly asked my questions.

Fuck, if Seulgi would hear me now, she’d laugh until she wheezed.

“I am not very hungry,” she tried to say, but I ignored the words written on paper.

“Eat.”

I crossed my arms over my chest, sat back against the couch, and waited. She let out a small sigh, and I watched as she did as I demanded.

Jennie picked up a freshly baked croissant and took a small bite.

She instantly closed her eyes when the taste hit her. Chocolate. Her favorite. She quickly took another bite, chewing enthusiastically. I loved a woman who enjoyed her food and didn’t push around salads in their plates.