Page 38 of Soft Tissue Damage
My hesitation dissolves in a flood of heat. Anything for Elena.
I kiss down her belly, slip my tongue into her slit, and slide it against her clit. She moans again, louder this time.She tastes fucking wonderful. Elena clenches her fingers on my shoulders as she gasps in pleasure. As I slowly caress her pussy with my tongue, she sounds shocked and surprised by every pleasurable sensation she’s feeling. I dare not raise my head and look at her in case she meets my eyes and sees a man going down on her who’s not her boyfriend. What will she do if she realizes who I am? Scream? Run?
A dark thought flickers across my mind. She can’t get out until I let her out. I’ve sealed every door and window. Elena is all mine for as long as I want.
Her cries are growing louder, and her clit is swollen beneath my tongue. I concentrate all my attention on making her come, focusing on the strokes of my tongue that she seems to enjoy the most. Her thighs squeeze my shoulders. I grip her hips tightly in return, trying to communicate without speaking the words I want to say to her.
I’m playing with fire, but I can’t help myself. Softly, between strokes of my tongue, I whisper to her. “That’s my good girl. I can feel you’re so close. I’ve got you. Let me hear those beautiful cries.”
Elena’s flesh heats beneath my tongue, and suddenly she cries out and her whole body flexes in my grip. I groan as I feel her orgasm race through her. I go on massaging her with my tongue, wringing every drop of pleasure from her until she goes limp.
I sit up, and a wave of dark hunger passes through me. Elena’s thighs are spread for me, and her pussy isglistening wet. My cock is straining in my pants. I want Elena forever. Willingly in my bed. On the living room floor. Over the kitchen counter. Now that I’ve tasted her, I have to make her mine.
Elena’s eyelashes are fluttering. She’s going to open her eyes any second, and despite the hoodie that’s pulled up over my head, my disguise won’t hide my identity for long.
I press a kiss to her belly, get up from the bed and pick up her bag, and slip out of the room.
In the hallway, I push back the hood I’m wearing and take great lungfuls of air. I can’t believe that just happened. I take one last, longing look at her bedroom door and then take off the hoodie and toss it back into Leon’s room.
Downstairs, I retrieve my laptop and sit down on the sofa. In the greenish glow of night vision mode, Elena is lying on her back looking dazed, one arm flung above her head. I think she enjoyed the first orgasm I’ve ever given her.
I check the outside cameras for Leon, but there’s no sign of him anywhere, and his car is gone. He didn’t risk texting me asking why his code wasn’t working. Either he’ll think it’s a glitch in my system, or he’ll guess that I was notified of his presence and locked him out.
As I watch Elena sleeping, I wonder, now what? Do I tell her over coffee in the morning that her nighttime visitor who brought her so much pleasure was actually me? Or do I continue with the way things are, slowly drawing her to me by being her protector and friend and just wait for the chance to make her mine?
Forgetting this ever happened isn’t an option, which means I’m planning to steal my son’s girlfriend. It’s pretty low behavior, even for a murderer and a criminal like me, but I haven’t seen many signs that they’re deeply attached to one another or that Leon will do anything and everything to keep her safe. Elena deserves someone more sensitive to her needs. Leon needs someone who’ll call him out on his crap. They’re not a good match.
I reach for Elena’s bag and take out her box of contraceptive patches. Earlier in the week, I visited a dozen drug stores and health retailers and bought every type of vitamin patch I could find. There’s a vast array of them, and at home I sorted through them until I found one that’s almost a physical duplicate for the patches Elena bought, but instead of delivering estrogen and progestogen into Elena’s bloodstream, these patches will deliver vitamins to nourish her body.
I can wait for Elena to be ready for sex as long as she needs, but the birth control is another matter. I throw her contraceptive patches into the bin and put vitamin patches inside the box in their place. Soon, Elena’s fertility will come back, and when the time comes, when she’s ready, I’ll make love to her knowing her body is all mine. I get hard just thinking about it.
There’s one last thing I have to do before I can rest easily tonight. An incident like the one in Fenton can’t happen again. This city is a dangerous place for a young woman, especially one who doesn’t have the best sense of direction, and I have to know Elena is protected. That I canreach her when she needs me, and there’s only one surefire way I know how to do that. After collecting a USB drive with an adapter from another drawer, I take Elena’s bag back to her room. While she sleeps, I switch her phone back on and plug the USB in, which only takes a moment to infect her phone with spyware. Now I have access to her life, and I can keep her safe even before she knows she’s mine.
With a final glance at Elena and a wish that I could get into bed with her and curl my body around her beautiful one, I leave her room quietly, and go into the nursery. The night-light is on, and Rosie is fast asleep. She’ll probably be waking up soon, so I settle down in the nursery chair.
I must doze off, because the next thing I know, Rosie is fussing, and Elena, wrapped in a dressing down, is leaning over her crib to lift her out. I start to get out of the nursery chair, but Elena stops me.
“Stay there, Mr. Grant. I’ve got her.”
I sit back again and watch Elena with my daughter in her arms, talking to her softly and walking her up and down in the nursery. Once she’s my woman, I’ll be able to pat my thigh and invite her to curl up on my lap with my daughter in her arms. She’ll snuggle close to me and let me protect her. Love her. Adore her.
Elena gives me a curious smile when she notices me watching her. “You look happy, Mr. Grant. Did you win big tonight?”
“Not the big prize. That one’s still eluding me, but I’ll get it. I’m determined.”
A few days later,I call Leon to ask him what time he’s going to be home for dinner. As we talk, I hear a feminine giggle on the other end of the line that sounds like it’s coming from someone right next to Leon.
I frown. “Who are you with?”
“Elena,” Leon says quickly.
Too quickly, and that didn’t sound like Elena. I checked her location, and she’s at the diner. Or at least, her phone is. Did she forget her phone, or is something else going on?
“Can you put Elena on, please? I’d like to speak to her about Rosie.”
“She just walked off, Dad. And I have to go, talk to you later.”
“Leon—”
