I climb into my rental car and follow Gabriella home. Just as I have done every day for the past week. I’ve learned a fuck of a lot about the woman. She has a routine while working, one she doesn’t change. She leads a very simple life. There’s no man in her life, nor is there any family. A background check I had my investigator do, told me her mom is in Spain, howeverthere’s no father listed on the birth certificate. She’s been living here in Denver for almost a year now, although she spent six months here two years ago. From what I’ve gathered, she’s been finishing her degree. She must have liked it enough for her to move. Other than that, there’s very little else to uncover about Gabriella Sanchez—yet I have a feeling there’s more to her than meets the eye. She’s hiding something, and I fully intend to uncover what it is.
As usual, Gabriella has no idea she’s being followed. She’s oblivious to her surroundings, and that pisses me off. Someone could snatch her at any moment, and she’d been unaware.
She drives into her garage, and the door closes behind the vehicle. The lights in the house switch on as she makes her way through the rooms. I sit tight and wait.
The lights are finally out. She’s asleep. I climb out of my vehicle and make my way inside. I know this house like the back of my hand now. Every night it’s the same routine.
Entering the house is easy. The woman needs a damn security system. Any fucker could walk into her house and kill her. Fuck. This woman drives me fucking crazy. I’ve not managed to get her off my mind since I left her house. She’s my constant thought. I’m intrigued by how this beautiful young woman has managed to captivate me. Every night since I left her, I’ve returned to her house. I’m losing my mind, and I don’t care. I need to be close to her, but I also need to ensure I don’t fuck up. I enter through the back door, making my way up the stairs, toward her bedroom.
Opening the door, I wait silently, ensuring she’s sleeping deeply. Only when I’m sure she’s fully asleep do I step into the room. God, she’s fucking beautiful. She looks peaceful.
I don’t understand why she saved me. How did someone so pure help me? No one has ever done that before. I think that’s why I’m so drawn to her. Sure, my family helped me when I was shot before, but they’re family. They have to. Gabby could have left me for dead, but she didn’t.
I’m intrigued. Fuck, some would even say obsessed.
I stand over her, watching as she sleeps. Never have I seen something so serene as her. Christ. I’m losing my mind over a woman. Something that’s never happened before.
I reach out and caress her cheek, loving the softness of her skin.
“Tomorrow,” I whisper.
Tomorrow, I finally make my move.
Tomorrow, she’s mine.
Her routine is the same. Does she not understand how stupid that is? How easily someone could use it to harm her? Gabriella Sanchez is a fucking mystery. How can a woman who helped me, a man she knew killed three men, be so normal? It doesn’t make sense. There’s something about her that I’m missing. But it doesn’t matter, because tonight, I finally make her mine.
For a week I have watched and waited; got to know everything there is to know about her. In that time, I’ve come to realize just how fucking depraved I truly am. I’m stalking a woman who helped me. My repayment should be leaving her the hell alone, just as she asked. But I can’t. I don’t know why, but I can’t walk away from her.
I make my way through her home and up the stairs. The house is encased in darkness. She went to bed three hours ago, watched TV for forty minutes, before the lights went completely out. I creep into her bedroom, not making a sound. Her breathing is light as she lies in her bed, on her side, facing away from the door. The bedsheets are strewn about her body, and a thin ray of light from the outside shines into her room, showcasing her beautiful, naked skin.
Fuck me. She is sleeping naked.
My cock thickens instantly. From the moment I saw her, I wanted her, and tonight, that’s exactly what I’m going to have. I undo my tie, pulling it off me as I pad toward her sleeping form. I wrap the tie around her eyes, making sure she can’t see. The woman is so deeply asleep that she doesn’t even stir.
Once I have the blindfold secure, I run my finger along her cheek, down her neck, and toward her breast. Her nipple pebbles as I drag my knuckle over it.
A light moan escapes her, and she turns onto her back, her legs parting slightly. As much as I want to sink my fingers deep into her cunt, I don’t. I’m going to take my time, savor this, enjoy everything I’m about to do to her. Everything I’ve fantasized about since I saw her.
My fingers play with her nipples, pulling, pinching, and massaging them. Her moans get louder, encouraging me.
“So good,” she moans when my mouth covers the erected bud.
“You like that?” I ask her, as I brush my hand along her pussy.
Her body tightens and she starts to shake. “Wh—” she cries as she twists to get rid of me. Not happening, I push my finger in deeper and she stills.
“Ssh, little girl,” I growls. “It’s only me.”
“Alessio?” she questions. There’s a slight tremble in her words.
“So fucking wet, I’m going to fuck you, now little girl,” I hiss as I once again cover her nipple.
The tension leaves her body. I press my finger deeper into her tight wet pussy, she grinds her hot pussy against my finger.
“You want me to finger that cunt?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she cries, once again grinding down on my finger.