Red Light: A Dark Stalker Romance (Book One) (Dangerous Games Series)

Chapter Fifteen - Flick

Now she knew about the servants' passageways. But I slept next to her every night. So, I didn't need them anymore. Each night I held her in my arms as she slept. And each night I made her cum for me and only me. The pure pleasure on her face, the way her cunt sucked my fingers or cock into her as it convulsed around me. It was all so perfect. I couldn't give it up. I needed her like I needed water now. She was inviting me in more and more every day, and I was getting more and more dependent on her.

I would do anything to make her happy, even give up my secret way around the house. As I walked through my section of stuff I started singing Row Row Row Your Boat. After a beat, Alanna picked it up, and a beat after her Patty jumped in. We walked the hallways singing, listening to each other curve and get further away. In the middle of singing Alanna yells, "Yahtzee!" And I turn immediately and head back towards the fork in the road.

Alanna must have found the exit. I hurry back down the hall and hear Patty yelling to Alanna, asking what she found. I didn't really care, as long as I was back by Alanna's side. "I found Adaline!" She yells back to Patty. I curse under my breath. That meant we were still stuck. "Anything good?" I hear Patty yell back and I turn around and scrub my hands over my face, heading back toward the back of the attic. "There's SO MUCH stuff!" Alanna yells back.

I loved that she was happy, but I'd rather find a way out of this room and back into the main part of the house. The ghost in this place was clearly shepherding us up here for a reason, and I wanted nothing to do with it. If I could keep Alanna away from all this ghost stuff and safe, I would. But she loves it and would kick me out of her life before she let me take Wolfe from her. I can't say I wasn't getting increasingly jealous of the ghost. I noticed that Alanna reacted to him making himself known.

She had used me to scratch an itch more than once. I couldn't begrudge her her needs though. I stole at least one orgasm from her a night. If I didn't help get her off when she needed it, what kind of boyfriend would I be? No, I was heading for perfection, so that in a year, when I proposed, she'd have nothing to say but yes. I even picked out the ring I want to get her online. I've already started saving. It's an antique ring I found on the local shops website. I went in and took a look at it in person at lunch a few days back, and it's perfect for her.

I might even be able to move up my timeline if things keep progressing the way they are. I'm already practically living here. I'm pretty sure I'll be able to get a drawer and a toothbrush here pretty soon. I just needed to be patient and keep passing all the tests. I would be anything she wanted me to be. And in the end, I would be her husband. And she would be mine forever. That's all I wanted. To fill her full of my children, and watch her sleeping face for the rest of my life. I sigh contentedly at the image in my mind's eye and continue walking towards the end of the attic.

I'd already stolen her birth control to get started on making children. She hasn't mentioned her lack of protection to me either, which makes me think she's far more okay with the thought of carrying my baby than she may realize. I was half afraid she'd start insisting we use condoms. Then I was going to have to start punching holes in ridiculously uncomfortable raincoats. But instead she had kept her vulnerability a secret and continued fucking me at least once a day. I was over the moon. She will be just as happy when she ends up pregnant as I will be. I can just feel it. Things were coming up roses.

"I found her journal from that year!" Alanna squeals in excitement and I finally emerge into a little room of my own. Patty shouts "Woohoo!" and I start looking for holes in the ground near the wall. No dice. I sigh in frustration and head back toward the fork. "No exit on my end!" I shout and both women get quiet for a minute. "You are both still looking for how to get out of here...right?" I yell into the attic. Silence meets my statement.