It’s the only word I say in a deep tone, my dark gaze connecting with each of them. There must be that look in my eyes that say I will fucking kill you and there won’t be a body to find because two of them gulp audibly while the other one holds up his hands, backing up slowly.
“Yeah, yeah, man. Yours,” he quickly says and nudges his friends to get moving.
They turn in the other direction, practically running. I can smell their fear from a mile away, I love stalking and playing into people's fears. It makes them prey while the wolf hunts them down to tear a big bite into their skin, eating until there's nothing left.
With a pleased, dark chuckle, I walk casually into the lingerie shop with my hands in my pockets and try not to imagine what Tillie would look like in a pair of white lace underwear, appearing from the fucking heavens just like the angel that she is.
I trail behind her slowly, making sure my body is turned sideways from her in case she happens to glance in my direction. She’s distracted though, gliding her slim fingers over lingerie as she walks by but never picks out anything.
“Can I help you, sir?” a breathy female voice asks from right next to me, I roll my eyes and ignore her since she’s been following me the moment I stepped in the store.
I don’t bother glancing at the employee as I watch Tillie head into the back of the store, staring longingly at every item she passes. I wonder why she’s not picking out anything? She deserves to be dripped in silk and diamonds, anything she wants.
“Yes. Everything she touches, put it on my card.” I hand over my platinum card without looking, only nodding my head towards Tillie so the employer knows who I mean.
“Sir…that’s a lot of money,” the annoying employee replies in a snooty voice and that’s when I look down at her to see her shooting daggers at my queen with jealousy.
“You're right. Not only what she touches but looks at too. I would suggest you get started or I can find someone else to do it?” I threaten, watching her shake her head real fast and plaster on a fake smile as she races away to start loading her arms up with everything Tillie has touched so far.
Nicola is gesturing wildly and smacking Tillie, shoving something in her arms while dragging her to the dressing rooms. Well…This looks like an opportunity I can’t pass up.
With a smirk, I slip past Nicola as she’s distracted, mumbling to herself.
“Stubborn. Girls gotta feel sexy when down.” A second later she flings a bra across the room and screams out loud while flushing with a dreamy sigh, “Dick! Good, big dick! Omg.”
I bite my lip to not laugh as I pass her like a shadow, shaking my head as everyone stares at her which she chooses to ignore or doesn’t care. I like this one, kid got balls. It seems like Nicola has some feelings for someone that’s apparently on her mind if she’s screaming in the store about some guy's dick.
Stepping into the dressing room, the only sound is the quiet rustling of clothes dropping to the floor. Each door is wide open but the one all the way in the back is closed shut. I head over there on silent feet and lean on the wall next to the door with my arms folded. My eyes slide shut at the sound of her clothes coming off her sexy body and her slow, even breathing like she’s right next to me instead of being separated by a fucking door.
“Damn it. Why did I let her talk me into this? It feels like heaven against my skin,” Tillie mutters to herself with a quiet drawn out moan.
What man can resist that one sound out of her pretty mouth? It’s like an itch under your skin you can’t reach but you can feel it all the same. I need to see her, to know what made that breathless moan escape past her lips. At this point, I don’t care if I’m caught stalking her. At least she’ll know I’m watching, maybe even feel me without seeing me. I like that thought. The way the small hairs on your nape rise because you know someone is staring. How your eyes dart in every direction to find the source and your heart starts racing. That gives me a thrill and knowing she’s going to experience that when I’m watching her from the shadows…That alone gets my cock harder than anything else.
I’m a creep, sue me.
With a smirk, I test the door handle while debating how I’m going to sneak in behind her and instantly my lips twitch down into a deep frown.
Why the fuck didn’t she lock the door?
To say I’m furious is an understatement. It’s like she has no care for her safety. I mean, this makes it easier for me but it could have been anyone else trapping her in the back of the dressing room. No one would know. Anyone could come in here, look at her body, breathe on her smooth skin and take what’s mine.
My eyes narrow as I slowly push the door open with the tip of my shoe as I lean against the opening of the door like I don’t have a care in the world. But every muscle in my body is tight, bulging with how fucking mad I am.
Some of that anger dissolves into desire once I get a good look at her.
Like I said before, an angel in disguise to tempt a saint.
Beautiful.
A venus fly trap just waiting to capture her prey. A woman who knows what her body can do, how to use it to bring a man to his knees but chooses not to.
My eyes trail down her body, taking in the silk, white thong between her peach ass, and the straps that hold the garter belt up that's clenched around her waist and thighs. The little bow she plays with below her belly button is mesmerizing to watch, her slender fingers playing along the smooth texture. I grab my phone before I can think about it, snapping a photo of her. I have devious plans to send it to piss off some punks but I’m really taking it for myself.
A single word keeps running in circles in my head.
Mine.
Mine.
