Page 8 of Hunting Pretty

Waiting.

But she was a burning flame that I could not help but draw closer to.

Slowly, I crumbled down my boundaries. Broke all my own rules.

I installed cameras in her house and her car so I could see her up close.

I began following her from her campus to her house, weaving in between the students so I’d blend into the crowd.

Then I started breaking into her bedroom at night.

Just to watch her.

Just to be near her.

But last night, I fucked up.

I fucked up when I woke Ava up in her bedroom. I fucked up even more by letting herseeme.

And worse, by touching her.

But I couldn’t help myself.

The way she melted against my body as I pressed her against the wall, she was just begging for me to corrupt her.

The flash of recognition in her eyes followed by that wide-eyed hunger just drew me in, had me mesmerized.

And when she gasped, dear God, the sound was like a siren’s call.

She wanted it. She wanted more.

She wantedme.

Shepressed her hardened nipples against my chest.

Sheground her pussy against my thigh.

She did that.

She started it.

I had no choice but to finish it.

To finish her.

It was stupid. Reckless. Careless.

It could ruin everything.

Icouldn’tlet her know I was still watching.

I couldn’t fuck up again.

But after last night, after she came around my fingers, I wasn’t sure I could pull back.

It was only a matter of time before my self-control snapped.

In my home office, my wall filled with screens, I traced her face on the live feed from one of the hidden cameras I’dinstalled in her bedroom as she flung the sheets off her and sat up bed.