Stalking the Dancer || 18+

Part Three - Climber

The walls are closing in on me. 

I'm going out of my fucking mind trying not to go up there right now. I want to shove that Rabbit in her pussy and make her show me exactly how she likes it. 

I also want her to feel safe here. 

Two things can be true at once, my old therapist taught me that. I'm full of contradictions and this is no exception. That doesn't make one of them right or wrong, they coexist. I want to hurt her and protect her. I just have to figure out how to have her without killing her. That's the dilemma I've found myself in.

I struggle with the image of her asleep in Lee's bed, writhing around in her dream-filled sleep. The clock reads fifteen to four in the morning, I've been staring at my bedroom ceiling for two hours. Ray wouldn't budge on letting her sleep with me, not for lack of trying on my part. Now that I'm alone to think for myself everything is starting to feel different. The guys keep me grounded, but I sometimes wonder how much I go along out of convenience. Well, fuck that. Dorothy is the closest thing to an angel I've ever seen and I don't intend to leave this earth without damning her to hell to be with me for eternity. One thing at a time, though, and I think my next move has to be ducking the bodyguards to get some alone time with my doe.

Ray's been in a few serious relationships but Lee is the only one of us with a sister aside from myself. I think that's why Ray trusts him to protect her, but that doesn't mean shit to me. I don't understand how traditional family works anymore, the guys are the only family I know now. Chosen, but family nonetheless. 

It's not like Lee will make a move on her, but I can't stop my mind from wandering. I'd tear him limb from limb while she bathed in his blood. God, that would be hot. My pants are getting tight at the thought of painting her porcelain skin crimson. I really need to see that.

Her curves felt so soft against me on the ride here, I fought to keep my eyes on the road and my mind off pulling into the woods and eating her sweet little cunt until her juices baptized my bike. I would've made that one memorable for both of us, but I have a hunch that every second I spend in her vicinity will be etched into my brain for eternity.

I can't sit here and rot when I know she's so close, so vulnerable. I have to see her, but I'm no dumbass. One of them is sitting outside my door in case I came down here and worked myself up. They're smart enough to never trust me but not smart enough to keep me from her. Not by a long shot. 

I walk with purpose to the junk drawer in the kitchen and pull out two paperclips. I stick them in the front pocket of my jeans and head out to my small, covered balcony; covered by the balcony upstairs, to be specific. 

I stand on the concrete siding that encloses my outdoor space and jump to get a grip on the concrete storm gutter above my head. This building is old and there's not much of a reason it should support my weight, yet somehow it holds as I fumble and climb my way up to Lee's balcony. Not my stealthiest moment, but I can hardly keep my dick in my pants so it'll do the trick. Pulling myself up the rest of the way, I can use my upper body to help get me over the side.

Lee's balcony is so much nicer than mine, covered in perfectly manicured plants and a small table with chairs for him to sit and stroke his dick. Well, that's what I'd do at least. 

The patio door is locked, smart girl. I grab the paper clips from my pocket and insert them into the knob. Putting my ear up to the mechanism, I listen for each pin to click into place before turning the lock and opening the door quietly. It's hardly cracked enough for me to see in before I hear blankets rustling. Adrenaline is lining my veins, pushing me forward and reminding me why the hunt is worth it. 

I hold my breath and open the door enough for my large form to slip through. A foot sticks out from the end of the comforter and my eyes follow it up to the heap of blanket covering her. I have to rip my eyes away from her uninjured foot to scan the rest of the room. Lee is nowhere in sight, luckily for him. He'd be dead if he were anywhere near her while she slept. I'm the only person allowed to see her like this.

Lee's room is simple and clean, like him. A pair of sweatpants and the bra Dorothy was wearing earlier are in a pile on the floor. I slowly make my way across the room, doing my best to stay within the darkest areas. The moon is bright and it illuminates his bed even through the drawn curtains. Her cotton bra is soft in my hand, just like I thought it'd be. She's cut the tags out of her clothes for some reason and I find that strangely attractive. I enjoy learning even her smallest quirks, finding them is intoxicating. an addicting game I don't plan to stop playing anytime soon.

I feel my head fall to the side and think out loud, "Dolly looks so lonely in another man's bed."

I think for a second before approaching the bed and sitting on the side farthest from her. The sudden dip in the mattress has her stirring, but I use the commotion as an opportunity to lay down beside her fully. It's been less than ten seconds before I notice that her breathing is uneven, although she's trying her hardest to time them right. That shit's cute.

The vilest part of me wants to draw this out, to see how long she'll lay next to the man who's been tormenting her most intimate moments. I wonder if she could feel me watching all those times, through those three little windows she was too naive to cover. When I make her mine she won't make mistakes like that anymore, for now, I'm content with making her squirm whenever I get the chance. 

The fact that she could leave here and call the cops to arrest me is not lost on me. They're looking for a reason to haul me off again, not 'cause they like dealing with me, it's 'cause they don't like seeing a man like me free. They can tell we operate differently and they don't like it, makes 'em insecure. I'd be royally fucked if she did but I wouldn't blame her a bit. I know what I'm taking from her every time I watch her. Stripping away someone's safety is cruel, doing it without their consent is evil, and I think I must be Satan himself. 

I know she deserves privacy but I can't give it to her. I don't care if I end up in a cage again, she will be worth it. My train of thought derails when the comforter rustles. The base of Lee's bedside lamp flies down at my face and my hand barely stops the blow that would've left my brain in a smoothie. The lamp is metal, it's cold in my hand as I hold it in place. She's above me now, her shiny hair in a halo framing her face. 

She's holding the lamp with both hands, bearing down with all her weight. I let my eyes run down to her crouched legs that are bare under the baggy tee she's sleeping in. I hook one of my legs around hers and flip us over, pulling the lamp from her grip with force. She's flailing under me, but I'm resting on my forearms above her now and she doesn't have enough room to escape. 

I set the lamp on the side table where it belongs, not bothering to retrieve the lampshade that landed somewhere on the floor. "If he hears you he'll come check on you," I say matter-of-factly. I need her to know I'm not doing this for the thrill, that there's a wicked attraction that runs through my veins for her. The thrill is just a bonus.

Her eyes are full of fear as they search mine, I wonder if she thinks I'll kill her. "You better stop taking swings at me," I grunt. I'm pressed against her to hold her in place with my weight, "Stop stalking me and I won't have the chance."

The words are like poison on her lips and I can't stop myself from tasting it for myself.