HUNTING ADELINE- 1 🥀

CHAPTER NINETEEN 🥀( THE SHADOW)

I don't regret it. Not any more than when I stuck a G#n in her cunt and made her come.

And I know how fucked up that is-to take something without consent. I know that's what I'm fighting against everyday.

She hasn't given to mw yet, but she will. I know my little mouse better than she knows herself. She's in too much denial to see how drown she is in to me. If she wasn't instigate, pushing to get her clit bitten, knowing damn well I stay true to my words.

If she genuinely wasn't intrigued, she wuoldn't have texted me back in the first place.

Her actions speak in an entirely different language than her words. A language filled with desire and pless-she just hasn't learned to translate it yet.

Deosn't make it right, noe does it justify it. But I can't myself regret tasting something so fucking sweet-so fucking perfect. Even if she didn't want to want it. Because that's what that was.

She knew I was going to follow through with my threat if she told me to fuck off again, and she kept doing it anyways. And that tells me that my little mouse can't control how she realy feels. This means that whatever she feels, it's fucking addicting.

She fought me to hard intially, her anger and ire olny turning my blood to molten lava. The harder she fought me, the harder my cock fought against the confines of my jeans.

I wanted so badly to release the zipper and plunge myself deep inside that sweet little pussy. I was close--too fucking close to doing it. Once those cries of pleasure reached my ears, and she gripped me in her hold, shamelessly grinding against my face--I was nealry done for.

The only thing that stopped me was the look on her face.

When she was coming on my face, she was unashamed. But as soon as the orgasm drained from her body and the kiss was no longer consuming us, she felt nothing but shame.

It's going to take time, I remind myself.

I crack my neck, releasing a shuddering breath.

I'm sitting in my Mustand, my dick still painfully pressed against my zipper.

Just as I decide to say fuck it-jack off in car is the least of my sins ans wouldn't be the first fucking time-my phone blares in thr console next to me.

I curl my hand into tight fist, my muscle straining as I fight the overwhelming urge to bash it into the fucking window.

I don't think I've has blue balls like this since high school when Sarah Forton jakced me off in the locker room. It was the first time a girl touched my dick, and I didn't even get to finish because coach walked in before I could shoot my load off on her pretty tits.

I snatch up th phone and brings it to my ear without even looking.

"Yeah?" I snap, my frustration boiling to dangerous level.

"Did't get laid tonight?" Jay croons through the phone, his voice laced with mocking amusement.

I crack my neck again, growling when my muscle don't pop and give me any relief.

"Jay," I growl.

I refude to touch my dick while on the phone with him. As much as I need to lessen the pressure, Jay's voice would make me feel sick.

"Sattan'r Affair is coming to town," he starts. I open my mouth-gearing uo to ask him why the fuck that would matter to me.

"And I got confirmation there's ticket with four little birdy's names on them," he continues, I snap my mouth shut.