It was working in my favor.
Things would have been harder had she been under the watchful eyes of her mother.
I frowned.
I still didn’t know what the hell was so important that they couldn’t be bothered to come to their daughter’s graduation.
From the research I’d done, she was a princess in their eyes.
And her mother was extremely protective.
Her records were spotty at fourteen, when her parents pulled her out of the private school they’d sent her to, the reason unknown to the public.
I kept my head down and walked from my room to hers.
I had already hacked into the security system of the building—which fucking sucked to begin with—but still, it was better to be careful.
Pulling out my own copy of the master key of the building, the one I had been able to snatch and make a copy of before someone even noticed it was missing, I unlocked Ryleigh’s front door.
I was met with darkness.
It was a good thing she didn’t have any pets.
It made it easier to sneak around.
I didn’t even know why I was doing this.
I shouldn’t be taking this risk. She could wake up in the middle of the night and find me standing there, or someone could see and report it to the police.
Yet, I couldn’t stop myself—didn’t want to stop myself.
I pushed her bedroom door open and walked inside.
A small night light was on in the corner, giving enough light that I could just make out her features.
Her brows wrinkled a bit, as if in the middle of a bad dream, and without thinking, I gently pressed my thumb in the middle, smoothing out the small crease there.
She eased as soon as I touched her, as if I had the power to bring her comfort.
I could laugh over that.
I wasn’t the kind of man who could bring comfort to others.
I was the kind that incited fear and nightmares.
But I had already decided her sense of self-preservation sucked shit, so it wasn’t really surprising.
I let my hand come up to the top of her head, taking in the silky-smooth strands of her hair, imagining running my fingers through it before fisting it in my hand as I fucked her from behind.
What a fucking lovely image that made.
I shifted, trying to talk down the half-mast I was currently sporting, taking in her delicate features.
She let out a small breath of air, shifting a bit on the bed until the covers moved down, showing off one delicate shoulder to my gaze.
The thin little camisole she had on, held up by thin spaghetti straps, was nothing against me.
I could have easily torn the fabric to shreds with my bare hands.