HauntingAdeline {1}

C35

The Shadow

She’s nervous. Fidgety. Whereas before, she could hardly look at me out of fear
and hatred, and now it’s because she remembers how many different positions I
fucked her in last night.
My dick legitimately hurts. I don’t think I’ve ever fucked so much in one night,
but I’d keep going if it wouldn’t literally send me to my knees if I got hard right
now.
I bowed for Addie several times last night, worshipping her pussy just like I
promised. But this time, I’d be bowing from pain and praying for my dick not to
fall off.
Addie and I are leaning against the railing on her balcony. It’s an unusually
warm day as we near winter, so we both decided to enjoy it.
She sips her coffee, her hair tangled and frizzy from last night and blowing
gently in the breeze. I think my hands were in her hair so often, the strands had
dried while wrapped around my fingers.
We stayed up until dawn with either my cock, fingers, or tongue filling up one
of her holes at all times. We only managed a couple of hours of sleep before my
phone started ringing.
Another video was leaked last night, and my headspace is too fucked up to
work the tension out of Addie’s muscles.
Dan had said they believed they apprehended the person leaking the videos, but
they were obviously wrong. Whoever they are, they’re incredibly fucking brave,
and I’m very curious how the hell they’re doing it with the Society watching.
I was at Savior’s yesterday, which means the video could’ve been from the
same night I attended. The very same goblets used in the videos were used that
night… and now I’m sure they were filled with an innocent child’s blood.
While I was drinking overpriced whiskey, shooting the shit with a man I have
grown to loathe, a kid was dying, his blood draining into chalices for deranged
men to drink.
Buzzing energy forms beneath the surface and it takes effort to keep my bones
from jumping out of my skin.
I need to get away from Addie.

Because if she gives me attitude or her usual hatred, I don’t think my response
will be what she deserves.
Sensing my growing anger, she sets the coffee cup down on a little table with a
dead plant on it.
I point at it. “Baby, if you can’t keep a plant alive, how are you going to keep
our babies alive?”
She smacks my chest. “Calm down, Zade. No baby talk, I don’t even like you
like that.”
I grin, but her expression turns contemplative, a tiny frown tipping the corners
of her lips down as a crease forms between her brow.
“Do you ever wonder about Gigi and her stalker and find it strange? Maybe
even far-fetched?”
When I tilt my head, signaling my confusion, she licks her lips and starts
fiddling with the belt on her purple robe.
“You already know my great-grandmother had a stalker. One that she fell in
love with. And now so do I. Living in the same house and…”
“Falling in love?” I finish for her, keeping my face blank so she’s sure I’m not
teasing.
She glances at me and gives a slight lift of her shoulders, but she doesn’t deny
it. Cop out, but I let it go.
“It just seems crazy and… I don’t know, impossible, I guess.”
I lean down on the railing and tilt my head up until I catch her eyes. Once they
snag onto mine, they’re anchored. The breeze ruffles her hair again, the cinnamon
strands dancing in the wind.
“Do you think you’re a reincarnation of Gigi, Addie? And that I’m a
reincarnation of Ronaldo? We'll never really know, will we? It’s highly unlikely
but not impossible. But I can’t say I don’t like the idea of it.”
A little snarl takes over her face. “You just like the idea of stalking me for
several lifetimes.”
This time I do smile, and the dilation of her eyes has my cock growing stiff.
Fuck, stop it. It hurts.
But when her tongue darts out, wetting her lips, I no longer give a fuck about
the pain.
My hand snaps out, grabbing the back of her head and bringing her in close.
She gasps, her pink lips parting, and in this moment, all I want to do is slip my
cock past them and watch them wrap around me. I’d walk on glass if it meant
getting to fuck Addie’s mouth again.
She struggles, but I hold her steady, her hands planted on the railing to support
her weight. Her purple robe is draped open, but not enough to expose the bite
marks I left last night on her tits.