Page 16 of Masked March

Until her eyes dart to the corner camera and then to the baby monitor on the dresser. She’s found me. Ripping off her robe, she tosses it over one lens, then turns the monitor face down. In the hall, she throws a pillowcase over that one. In the main bedroom, too.

By the time I reach my garage, she’s covered almost all of them, except the one above her kitchen cabinets, but that one shows me the least part of her. My teeth grit with frustration. It’s okay… I’ll let her have some space for a few hours.

If she thought that not being able to watch her at home would lessen my obsession with her, she was gravely mistaken. My eyes stick to my phone, monitoring hers. Until she powers it off. Likecompletelyoff. Her laptop, as well.

With a huff, I slump into an armchair and rub the top of my head vigorously. I can’t live without watching her. It’s what I’ve done all these years. It kept me going. Sometimes it pushed me to stay alive when life got too dark. My girl would understand. When my dad left us. When my dog died. After thinking I’d lost all my money on poor business investments.

I imagined what Melody Locke would do. She’d rise from the ashes of defeat and come up swinging. Like a reaper of dead souls, gather them all up, consume them, and transform them into power to push forward.That’smy prom queen. A woman I greatly admire, even if it was from afar.

Those years when I was still a scrawny kid with no self esteem, no future, and no will to live weren’t good for anyone. Let alone a force like Mel. So I bettered myself using her as my goal, a reward. And now that I’ve been inside her, it’s even sweeter than I imagined. A heaven of accomplishments all wrapped in a tight pussy.

I can’t do this. I can’t just sit in this house, waiting for her to allow me to return. Not being near her, or getting a glimpse of her is torture. It’s like death.

Did I come on too strong? Yes. But I don’t care. Melody Locke is mine, and it’s time we make things official. She can’t say no. I won’t let her.

Even as I breeze through the kitchen trying to microwave something to eat, my eyes never leave that sliver in her kitchen. Just hoping for a glance. I monitor the time, though. It’s been forty-three minutes already. Forty-three minutes since I was in her presence.

Okay, well that’s enough.

A heavy sigh leaves my chest as I slide my phone in my pocket and head toward the front door to make my way back to her. With my hand on the doorknob, I freeze at the sound of her apartment door opening and shutting. Checking the security feed in the building, I watch her get in the elevator, wearing a trench coat.

Panic strikes and I pant out quick breaths as she wanders through the lobby, heading toward the parking garage. When she skips her car and heads out on foot, I know I’m in trouble.

She’s avoiding the cameras on purpose. But she can’t run from me.

Hurrying to my car, I jump in and take off toward downtown. Every few moments, I check my feed on the screen in front of me, seeing my girl waltz down the streets until she reaches a dark corner where she seems to wait for something. Just as I have to stop at a red light two blocks away, I see her get into an unknown vehicle.A ride share?

I think about just busting through the busy intersection so I can keep up, but the cop sitting three cars back would probably slow me down even more than I already am. The white Prius she got into is visible until it disappears over the hill toward the North and I grit my teeth and grab the steering wheel, hoping for the light to change.

Once it does, the traffic slowly crawls forward as I slap the horn for them to move faster, but this only seems to catch the cop’s attention as he follows me. I’ll play the stupid game until he leaves, which he does in about two miles down the road. Then, I floor the gas and take off in the direction where Mel went.

There’s nothing up here except the woods and old neighborhoods. I can barely focus on where I’m heading, though. I’m consumed with spotting the white Prius in the dark. My heart skips a beat when it passes me in the opposite direction,withoutmy love in the back.Where the fuck is she?!

As I near a few parking spots to a walking trail, a shimmer of trench coat shines in the moonlight when she darts through the dark trees into the pitch black beyond.

What is she doing? She could get hurt out there!

Practically before the car is in park, I’m leaping from my seat and slamming the door, sprinting toward where she entered the thicket in front of me. It looms closer. Twenty feet. Ten. Five.

I can’t be without her.

“Melody!” My voice is harsh and threatening to break as I cry out for her. Instead of running around without direction, I pause, trying to still the rapid pulse pounding in my ears. Holding a breath in, I hear rustling to the east. It starts and stops as if she’s hiding between bushes or trees.

This race to get to her makes blood rush everywhere in my body, filling my dick with need. A hunger only her body can fulfill.

I take off toward the sounds screaming, “You can’t escape me!”

When I catch another sliver of her coat, I increase my speed, dodging small trees and leaping over logs as they enter my vision. My arms reach out for her as I think I get close, but only snare some hair before she screams and slips away from my grasp.

My feet hit soft mud in an open clearing and she’s only a few yards away, clearly tiring in our chase. “You have nowhere to hide now, prom queen.” Seeing her makes me grow to full capacity, the skin of my hard cock raging against my zipper.

It only takes a second before I’m on her, taking her with me to the grassy ground and letting her land on my arms that wrap around her neck and waist. She squirms with a scream in my face, but I contain her wrists into one hand, lifting her arms above her head. With my other, I undo her trench coat and my jeans.

“Link!” she yells with ineffective squirms under me, but I ignore her pleas and line up with her pussy.

With a chuckle, I dip the aching tip through her wet lips. “You’re fucking soaked, baby. So ready for your Reaper.”

When I plunge inside her, she heaves out a prayer of my name. “Lincoln…”

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