She’d get ready for bed, read for about an hour on her phone, and then turn in for the night.
It usually didn’t take her long to fall into a deep sleep after. Though it seemed like she was getting some rest, most of her nights were spent shifting around in bed as if trying to escape from an imaginary ghost chasing her in her dreams.
The dark marks under her eyes hadn’t improved any, not even after graduating and not having to worry about things like homework and finals.
But she slept until the early morning hours and, like clockwork, would wake up around six and get ready for her day.
If I wasn’t doing anything at that time, I usually spent it watching her get ready, a sort of contentment settling inside of me from watching her get on with her morning routine.
I had cameras installed in her old apartment as well.
That was how I had come to know about her routine so well.
My little prey was a creature of habit.
I should be happy about that, considering how much easier it made things for me, but not for the first time did I feel a tinge of annoyance from the fact that she had little to no sense of self-preservation.
I took a sip of the scotch I had poured out for myself once I got home and watched as she walked back out from the bathroom—the one room in her apartment where I didn’t install a camera—to her bedroom, her lithe body wet from a recent shower, a small towel that barely covered anything wrapped around her, and long thick wavy hair weighed down from the water.
My dick stirred.
She looked fuckable like this.
She looked like she belonged to me, and how I fucking want to make that happen.
Ever since my release from prison, I had been watching her. I didn’t know how many days had passed. Yet, nothing had made this obsession with her go away.
If anything, I was becoming desperate.
I was becoming someone my brothers at the club didn’t recognize, considering I hardly saw any of them.
Hardly spent any time at the club unless it was business related. Any free time I had was spent watching her.
I set the glass down just as she pulled the towel away, showcasing her naked body.
The cameras were one of the best in the market.
There wasn’t any gritty image to distract from such a stunning view, and I lapped up everything I could see, from her small perky tits, the nipples hardened from the cold, down to her trim waist, flat belly, a cute little belly button, and finally to the neatly trimmed, mouthwatering pussy.
Sometimes she’d had a Brazilian, and sometimes she left a little strip, teasing me. Whatever it was, I found it to be equally titillating.
I pulled down my fly and pushed the denim over my aching cock, fisting roughly as I watched her walk around the room naked. If I didn’t know any better, I would have said she was putting on a show just for me.
And what a captivated audience I made.
I swiped my thumb over my tip, seeing some pre-cum seeping out when she turned and showed me her pale ass.
Was she the kind of girl who loved ass-play? Or was she sensitive enough that I could make her come simply by touching her nipples, sucking on them, pinching…
Fuck.
I let out a small groan and stoked myself faster.
And the little minx wasn’t putting on clothes and getting ready for bed like I thought.
No, she lay down in the middle of her bed, giving me the perfect view of her full body.
She spread her legs and let her hands travel slowly down her body, stopping at her tits and playing with her nipples.