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She stands still, starstruck almost. Her low-cut dress and gold heels have me ready to take her into a private room and destroy her, but not yet. I want her to fear me first. I’ve always loved the element of surprise. I come up to stand inches in front of her, keeping my calm demeanor.

“I’m so sorry, I should be going, my friends—”

I cut her off mid-ramble, “You’re not going anywhere, Ms. Blackwell.”

I place my hand at the small of her back and pull her in. I feel her body go rigid, if only she knew the things I was capable of. I take her hand in mine, “Follow me.”

She pulls her hand out of my grasp. Glaring at me from beneath her mask.

“No. Fuck you.” Her words are like venom. Sinking into my skin and violently attacking my veins. A smirk pulls at the corner of my lips as irritation bubbles beneath my calm exterior.

I lean down and whisper into the shell of her ear from beneath the mask, “I would gladly fuck your sweet little cunt, princess, but I don’t think you’re ready for that yet.”

I pull myself back from her ear, and I am met with a violent slap. My head bounces to the side for a moment, but she’s not as strong as she wants to be. I’m stronger.

I slide my hand up onto her throat as a warning. Fear flashes in her eyes as she grabs onto my hands, clawing at them to remove them from her delicate frame. I could snap her fucking neck right now if I wanted to, but I don’t. A part of me wants her to run, so I can hunt her down later and then break her.

I want to show her that she isn’t as special as she thinks she is. Nobody’s perfect, and I’ll make sure she fucking knows it.

“Don’t instigate me, Evelyn. You have no fucking idea what I’m capable of.”

Her eyes round into saucers as she pleads silently for me to let her go. And I do. I will give her the illusion of freedom, but she will never be free. I will get what I want and discard her. That’s the only reason she’s interesting, anyway. I’ve always loved a fucking challenge. It’s just a bonus that this one has plump lips and a juicy ass.

“I’ll be watching you, princess.”

* * *

I let her go run off and went back to stalking her from the shadows. She is a fucking anomaly. What 21-year-old girl isn’t begging to get her holes filled?

She went right out onto the patio to retrieve Astra. Astra is dating my good friend, Lucien. Well, they are in an on-again, off-again relationship. He is smart and likes to keep his options open. Astra, however, isn’t a fan of cheating. She has broken up with him a couple of times, but she always comes back. She is just like the rest of them. Always wanting to date the bad guy. She thinks she can change him. Yeah fucking right. And I’m the King of France. She fucking wishes.

If there is one thing I know about Lucien, it’s that he comes before anyone else. He lost his own brother and didn’t go to the funeral. He said he had to work. Which is fucking bullshit because he works for his dad. Our fathers work together, running two separate organizations that thrive off of each other— to put it simply. Lucien deals, and I am a hit man. We are an unstoppable duo, and I’ll be damned if a fucking whore gets between us.

She talks to Astra and Nicolette for a few minutes before picking up her phone and heading for the door. She is always so quick to run from danger. Except for the first night, I approached her. She was feeling confident that night.

She probably told herself a million times how fucked up it was that she tried to bargain with the Devil. Not a fucking chance. I don’t make deals. That’s Lucien’s job. I execute.

She seemed more careful tonight than she had been previously. She let her guard down enough to go sit in on some live porn, but not enough to trust me. She might be smarter than I gave her credit for.

She approaches her driver’s vehicle, scanning from left to right to make sure she isn’t being followed. That’s my sign to take my business elsewhere. I need to figure out where the little princess is running to. She can never hide from me.

* * *

I sit outside of her home, watching the live feed from her bedroom. I have several cameras installed throughout her bedroom and bathroom. It was so easy to break in to install them. She leaves everything unlocked— until now. Now she is looking over her shoulder, since I made my presence known.

She has a nightly ritual she performs. She starts with sweatbands around her wrists and head. I think it prevents water from running into her hair and down her arms. She washes her face, not once, but twice. Then she brushes her teeth for about two minutes while inspecting her skin in the mirror, looking for any imperfections. Once she completes that, she moves on to mouthwash and finishes by applying lotion all over her body. It’s fucking mundane.

I can’t lie, though. Evelyn is fucking hot. She has unforgettable curves and a deep brown hair color that makes her forest green eyes pop. If this were the 1800’s she would have been burned at the stake. She looks like a god damn witch. Full of seduction and charm. As if she could put a spell on you at any moment.

She goes through her entire room, checking that everything is locked up tight. I chuckle to myself as if that would stop me from breaking in. She is comical.

I wait until she lies in bed, and I flip on the camera I have attached to her ceiling fan. This gives me an aerial shot of her laying down in all of her fucking glory.

She lies on her bed in the nude. It feels like an invitation if you ask me.You have to be patient. I remind myself that Evelyn is someone who I want to give me what I want willingly. That way, I can ruin all of her.

She lies on her back and pushes the covers down to her ankles. Her perky breasts are on full display, and her hair is fanned out over the pillows. My cock twitches in my jeans. I watch her hands trail down between her legs, and she slowly starts circling her clit.

After months of watching her, I have come to learn a lot about her sexualpreferences. One thing that I find particularly interesting is that she never uses any form of penetration when she masturbates. She always gets off from external stimulation. I guess some women prefer that.