HauntingAdie {1}

C25

The Shadow

If I spend another moment in this stuffy ballroom, I’m going to start shooting
people just to release some tension. There are plenty of heads in this room that I
wouldn’t mind embedding with a bullet.
Addie stands beside me, her tiny hand gripping onto my arm like her life
depends on it.
It’s fucking addictive.
“Let’s get out of here,” I whisper in her ear. Her sweet jasmine smell wafts
from the juncture between her neck and shoulder, and I have to grind my teeth
against the urge to take a bite.
Flashes of her on her knees, that red rose in her hair as she sucked me off with
a belt around that dainty neck… fuck.
A growl slips free, and it takes monumental effort to bite back the satisfied grin
when I feel her tremble.
Her reaction is more potent than a drug. It drives me deliriously insane, and the
need to wrap my hand around her throat and fuck her until neither of us can
breathe is overwhelming.
This woman is going to reduce me to an animal.
Her head snaps towards mine, her brows scrunching in confusion and what
almost looks like anger. She probably thinks I mean to leave this place entirely
and deny her the chance to get information on her great-grandmother.
“Calm, sweet little mouse. I just meant this room.”
She relaxes, her shoulders dropping an inch.
It goes without saying that all guests are expected to stay inside the ballroom.
But if staying on the safe side of rules and laws was something I did, I wouldn’t
be where I am now.
In a senator’s house with a girl who’s not supposed to want me.
I grab her hand, basking in the feel of her skin against mine as I guide her out
of the room. I wait until it seems all eyes have turned away from us and slip
through the door and out into a grand hallway.
Now would be a perfect time to search the house, see what I can discover in a
pedophile’s safe space. But selfishly, I want to ease some of the building tension swelling in Addie's shoulders.
She’s doing fucking amazing so far. Despite the obvious nerves, she’s managed
to make every single person in the room fall in love with her. If anything, her shy,
innocent demeanor and suave words are these people’s daily dose of whatever
prescription pills keep them sane.
I’m equal parts impressed and perturbed by her. Because all this woman has
managed to do is make these people want to see her again. And that’s the last
thing both of us want.
I slide out my phone and shoot off a quick message to Jay, asking him to take
care of the security cameras. I’ve spotted dozens just from the entrance to the
ballroom, and I’m sure Mark has a team actively watching to make sure no one
does exactly what we’re doing now.
Mark would be alerted immediately and we would be caught before we even
got a chance to have fun.
Jay confirms the cameras are set, and Addie and I take off. Her heels click
against the tiled floor as we sneak through the maze of hallways and rooms.
Occasionally, I open up doors and peek inside, finding nothing of interest. That
is until we get somewhere far enough away that the noise from the ballroom no
longer penetrates the walls.
At the end of another hallway are wide double doors, the cherry wood standing
out against the champagne walls.
I head towards the doors, Addie barely keeping up behind me. “Zade, we
shouldn’t be sneaking around. We’re going to get in trouble,” she pleads, glancing
behind her as if someone is hot on her heels. It’s the fifth time she’s said that
since we left the ballroom, yet her eyes are dilated with excitement.
She’s not fooling me when she wears her arousal on her sleeve. She’s scared.
Nervous. And that feeling never fails to make her pussy dripping wet.
The girl gets off on fear. The moment I realized she was turned on by the terror
I instill in her—there was no chance of me ever letting her go. She was fucking
made for me.
“Shh, baby girl,” I whisper, silencing her weak protests. Her mouth audibly
clicks shut, and this time I don’t bother restraining the smile.
Too easy.
Gently, I open the doors, sticking my head inside to look around. It takes a
moment for my eyes to adjust, but my smile widens when I get a good look at the
darkened room.
I look back at Addie, allowing her to see my shit-eating grin. Her eyes round
and another protest builds on her sharp little tongue.
Yanking her inside, I quickly shut the door behind her and let her take in the
room, once more silencing her objections.