especially to her home. When he had followed her, she was never alone. Since she didn't live more than two hours away, it was like a field trip and could be done quite often.
It had been so easy to slip away to track his prey.
He had loved every second of it too.
Stalking her had been a great learning experience. He went as far as purchasing a day pass to watch her run at the gym with the men. In sheer jealousy, he had watched her kiss one partner and then the other. He had been forced to witness her being playfully tossed back and forth between them, as they walked to their car. It fed the rage in his body.
She was his.
Once, he had even followed the threesome through their day. They had left that mega-plex office building and ventured home, and he was right behind them. When they pulled into the garage of their big stone house, he was envious that he couldn’t see inside. He wanted to know everything about her.
What did she eat?
Where did she sleep?
What were her favorite things in life?
Part of that he already knew. All three liked tattoos a great deal, and had them plastered all over their bodies. He had been forced to watch as she absently stroked them on both men’s bodies. It almost made him want to run out and get one.
It was hard to not notice that she loved Indians. They were everywhere. From the two men she was always kissing to the older one who took walks with the children. She had her own little tribe, but not for long.
Soon, she’d see that he was a far better male specimen. The men in her life would fall away when she finally learned the truth.
She was destined to be his.
He couldn’t wait to just tell her why he was doing all this. Wouldn’t she be surprised?
How could he explain that s he had caught his eye? When the media called her the best, he knew she was the one.
When he saw her, the voice in his head screamed in demand. She was the one and his master had to have her.
She was perfect for so many reasons, but mostly because there was a secrecy about them, and that intrigued him. No one could find anything out about her, but he had. When it came to what he needed, the woman must be flawless, so that when she lost to him, it would only be that much better. He’d made the bargain with the devil and now he needed to follow through. The woman he found was beautiful, smart and successful.
When you made an offering, it had to be the best you could find, and no one could top this one.
She would be his crescendo and final victory.
If she could defeat him, there was no doubt that he would be the one going to meet the all-powerful one.
But… if he won the battle then he’d be stronger.
The devil promised.
He’d heard the words in his dreams. They bounced about in his brain as a reminder of who owned him.
He had the mission, the ultimate prize and the goal in sight. N ow, it was a matter of luring her there. He’d watched her enough to see that she was proud, bossy and possibly arrogant. When it all came down to it, there’d be one way to draw her to the trap.
To get her attention, all he needed to do was o penly challenge her.
He already knew that she would never come alone. The men who surrounded her would never agree to that. She wore their matching rings and was the apple of both of their eyes.
Well, now she was his too.
Or she would be shortly.
As he finished with the carving, he slipped into a pair of gloves and left the carefully worded note tucked into the wound in her throat.
It entertained him that it was held perfectly like a place card at a table. The invitation was set, and now it was only a matter of getting the woman to come to him and begin the chase.
Releasing the quarters and setting the guardians free, he moved safely out of the circle. Stepping out of his clothes, he stoked the fire that he’d set earlier. He was well prepared for what was to come. The perfect scene must be set, and he’d hide any evidence of his existence there.
It was time to
It had been so easy to slip away to track his prey.
He had loved every second of it too.
Stalking her had been a great learning experience. He went as far as purchasing a day pass to watch her run at the gym with the men. In sheer jealousy, he had watched her kiss one partner and then the other. He had been forced to witness her being playfully tossed back and forth between them, as they walked to their car. It fed the rage in his body.
She was his.
Once, he had even followed the threesome through their day. They had left that mega-plex office building and ventured home, and he was right behind them. When they pulled into the garage of their big stone house, he was envious that he couldn’t see inside. He wanted to know everything about her.
What did she eat?
Where did she sleep?
What were her favorite things in life?
Part of that he already knew. All three liked tattoos a great deal, and had them plastered all over their bodies. He had been forced to watch as she absently stroked them on both men’s bodies. It almost made him want to run out and get one.
It was hard to not notice that she loved Indians. They were everywhere. From the two men she was always kissing to the older one who took walks with the children. She had her own little tribe, but not for long.
Soon, she’d see that he was a far better male specimen. The men in her life would fall away when she finally learned the truth.
She was destined to be his.
He couldn’t wait to just tell her why he was doing all this. Wouldn’t she be surprised?
How could he explain that s he had caught his eye? When the media called her the best, he knew she was the one.
When he saw her, the voice in his head screamed in demand. She was the one and his master had to have her.
She was perfect for so many reasons, but mostly because there was a secrecy about them, and that intrigued him. No one could find anything out about her, but he had. When it came to what he needed, the woman must be flawless, so that when she lost to him, it would only be that much better. He’d made the bargain with the devil and now he needed to follow through. The woman he found was beautiful, smart and successful.
When you made an offering, it had to be the best you could find, and no one could top this one.
She would be his crescendo and final victory.
If she could defeat him, there was no doubt that he would be the one going to meet the all-powerful one.
But… if he won the battle then he’d be stronger.
The devil promised.
He’d heard the words in his dreams. They bounced about in his brain as a reminder of who owned him.
He had the mission, the ultimate prize and the goal in sight. N ow, it was a matter of luring her there. He’d watched her enough to see that she was proud, bossy and possibly arrogant. When it all came down to it, there’d be one way to draw her to the trap.
To get her attention, all he needed to do was o penly challenge her.
He already knew that she would never come alone. The men who surrounded her would never agree to that. She wore their matching rings and was the apple of both of their eyes.
Well, now she was his too.
Or she would be shortly.
As he finished with the carving, he slipped into a pair of gloves and left the carefully worded note tucked into the wound in her throat.
It entertained him that it was held perfectly like a place card at a table. The invitation was set, and now it was only a matter of getting the woman to come to him and begin the chase.
Releasing the quarters and setting the guardians free, he moved safely out of the circle. Stepping out of his clothes, he stoked the fire that he’d set earlier. He was well prepared for what was to come. The perfect scene must be set, and he’d hide any evidence of his existence there.
It was time to
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