Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
“Are you sure, angel? You felt how hard I am right now. I doubt I’ll be able to swing my fist like I normally can. What I can do is take you into the shadows behind one of these shops, pin you up against the wall, and put my cock back where it belongs–inside you.” Belle lets out a soft breath as I discretely slip my hand between her legs. I can feel her wetness through the thin fabric of her pants that hides her sweet teenage pussy. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Fitch would never do something like that to you. But I would.”
Belle’s only reply is a nod, her teeth closed gently around her bottom lip. “Yes, Daddy. I’d like that. But you know what else Fitch would never do?”
“What’s that?” I ask.
Again, she points to the punch game machine. “He would never break the high score on that.”
I chuckle, reach into my pocket, and find a dollar to feed into the machine. “You like a strong man, don’t you?” She nods, adorable and innocent. My God, I’m going to corrupt her.
With a smile, I turn to the machine, twist my arm a few times to prepare, then put a full-force punch into the bag that would obliterate any man it connected with. The foam bag snaps back, and the counter begins to rise, the numbers ticking up and up before finally topping out at 998. Bells and whistles go off, and the machine announces: New High Score!
“Well, I guess you were right.” I smile and turn back to face Belle, but where she was standing, there is now a family of three. A mom, a dad, and a little boy eating an ice cream cone. I quickly glance to my left, to my right, but Belle is gone.
My stomach lurches, dropping to my feet. My pulse doubles. A chill shoots through me as I realize what’s just happened.
Belle did catch on to what I said about her pillowcase. She knows now that I’m her stalker, and she used the punching machine challenge to distract me so she could make a break for it. Not only have I blown my cover, but I’ve also completely failed in my duties of watching over her.
How could I let this happen?
How could I take my eyes off her?
“Belle!” I cry out. At this point, it’s impossible to know which way she went, so I turn left and begin sprinting down the pier, scanning for any signs of her. I knew I should have installed a tracking device in her phone. Even the microphone I setup in various rooms she’s always in are registering nothing right now. I was trying to hold back my degeneracy, but now I realize I’ve failed. I fucked up. Even the covert recording devices I installed where she goes are registering nothing. I won’t find her again. Belle outsmarted me, and there’s a good chance I’ll never see her again.
8
BELLE
Tears streak my cheeks and I’m sure my heart is about to burst as I race through the night, every step taking me farther from the pier. I ran down to the beach and circled around the tourist rentals, hoping to escape with a route Conrad would not anticipate. Still, I keep glancing over my shoulder, expecting to see him hot on my heels at any second.
After all, he was a Marine. He has training beyond anything I could anticipate. There’s a good chance he’ll find me. But what else can I do but run?
People keep gawking at me as I pass them. What’s wrong with this girl? They must be thinking. I’m sure I look panicked or wrought with despair like my boyfriend just broke up with me and I’m chasing after him to beg him to take me back. When in reality, I’m the one being chased by a dangerous, dangerous man. How could I have been so stupid? So trusting?
Conrad called in the bomb threat.
He’s also been stalking me for weeks. Who knows how long?
Pink pillowcase. He gave himself away with that one. He may have driven me home before, but he’s never been inside my bedroom. At least, that’s what I thought until moments ago when those words slipped from his mouth.
“Thinking of you alone at your house, away from my protection, resting your head on your cute little pink pillowcases…”
Just replaying that statement in my mind now sends shivers up my spine. This whole time that he was pretending to be protecting me, safeguarding me, he was simply scheming to get close to me. Keeping me from leaving his sight. All that game of helping me prepare for my husband–that was just an excuse to touch me, to get me to open up to him so he could get inside me.
Oh God. I gave my virginity to my stalker.