Page 32 of Taking Adalisa

I shake my head. “I don’t know how you do it.”

It would be absolute torture for me to do that to myself. I’ve only done it a couple of times before I introduced myself into Adalisa’s world.

“Watch her sleep? Toy with her brain when she’s asleep? It’s my favorite thing to do. To see every emotion play across her face when she finally realizes and puts together the things I have done. Music to my ears,” Ethan chuckles as he thinks about what he said.

“If I were watching my girl sleep, it wouldn’t just be watching. I would fuck her while she was asleep,” I state, knowing I have.

Oh, when I walked into her apartment and she was wearing the bracelet for me to know she was okay. Music to my ears. It awakened something inside of me, seeing her wear it and nothing else as she lay underneath her covers. The feel of her smooth skin against mine as I held her close before waking her up with pleasure.

“Believe me, I understand the desire,” Ethan retorts. “To be able to just sink your dick inside of her as she’s lying there, asleep and oblivious to the things you’re about to do to her.”

“So, do it,” I announce.

Ethan shakes his head. “One day, but not today. She’s too paranoid right now. But it’s something I want and will get. Once I have her, she’ll be clinging to me. Depending on me when she realizes she isn’t going anywhere. First, I need her to need me, and then I can slowly release the reins, and life can go on like it was before I died.”

“Before she thought you were dead,” I mutter.

There was a reason for Ethan to faked his own death. The old Ethan died, and Ethan Montgomery was born He could have kept Margery in the loop like he kept his sister in the loop. Buthe thought he was protecting Margery, and he was, but she has been through a lot.

“I still don’t understand how people don’t put two and two together,” I say, shaking my head.

Ethan didn’t alter the way he looked. He just changed his last name, but nothing else. Ethan stayed in the shadows for a while, so people really thought he was dead. Ever so slowly, he showed his face, little by little, but no one dared to say anything.

“They think I’m a ghost when they see me. Just how I want it. But most people I grew up with moved and still think I’m dead,” he replies.

I look down at my watch and smile. Almost time for me to check on Adalisa and see if she is wearing that pretty bracelet for me. I can’t wait to sink my cock back inside of her, pleasuring us both. I can’t wait to see her eyes flutter open, the desire flit across her face as she begs me for more.

“Got somewhere to be?” Ethan asks.

“In a couple of hours. Got a girl waiting for me,” I can’t help but say.

Adalisa is trying so hard not to succumb to me, but what she doesn’t realize is she already has. I give her effort for trying so hard and succeeding, but she isn’t getting away from me. She never will.

I shrug. “She was a one-night stand. Into the same kinks as me. I found myself visiting her. Seeing her wear the same thing she wore to signify she was open. So, I slip into her room by either the front door or fire escape window and fuck her, and then I leave.”

It is partially the truth.

“So, you followed her and broke into her house.”

“Yeah.” I smirk.

Ethan smiles. “So, are you just going to continue to play with her, or are you eventually going to take her and make her yours?”

I shrug once again. “She wouldn’t survive in this world, but I’m going to try. I’ve told her she is already mine.”

It is a worry of mine that I haven’t ever voiced. I don’t want Adalisa to come into this world, but I think with her spirit, she will survive. She has to. I am going to make her.

“Fair. You could just keep her locked in your room. I’ll probably be doing that with Margery,” Ethan announces.

“Maybe,” I mutter, not sounding interested in the idea.

Adalisa has a fire inside of her. Sticking her in a room and leaving her will only make her angry and push her away from me. Unless I drive her to despair until she begs me to let her out. Then she would depend on me.

We fall into silence for a couple of minutes. Everything is working out for Ethan, and I am excited for myself. He has been thinking about Margery since the day he faked his own death, wondering whether he is actually doing the right thing or not.

“When does the next shipment of girls arrive?” I ask.

“In a couple of days,” he replies.

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