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He watched her while she slept in her pink and purple room in her parents’ house, with her books on law and criminal justice and the innocent scent of her perfume hardening his cock even more.
Utter perfection.
Ethereal.
His.
But she was too alert, and after the first time when she almost caught him in her room in the middle of the night, interrupting his viewing pleasure of her, he came prepared the next time.
Wearing a mask over his mouth and nose, he sprayed a mist of sleeping gas into her room. He had access to all kinds of stuff like that. This one came with no side effects so that when she woke up the next morning, she would be fully rested and none the wiser.
Then he’d just sit there in the purple chair in her bedroom, watching her sleep.
Sometimes he would pull the covers off her, and his gaze would trace her immaculate body. She always slept in little cotton thongs and a tank top.
Sometimes, he would trace her immaculate body with the tip of his finger. The agony of touching her that way would consume him, and he always wanted to push aside her panties and take her virginity, and fuck her while she slept so she could wake up pregnant with his child.
He knew she was still a virgin. He had access to her gynecologist's reports. He knew her cycle from the tampon wrappings in her bin as well.
But fuck, the hardest was knowing exactly when she was ovulating. Those were the most brutal fucking nights when she was so ripe for the taking, ready for his seed. There were times he couldn’t stop himself, and he’d gently part her thighs and inhale the scent of her pussy. And his cock would be murdering him to nut right there inside her.
Those times, he would give in, but just a little. One look at the pretty v of her thighs, her panties the only thing preventing him from seeing her folds, her little clit, then one stroke of his cock, and he would come in his hand, standing over his beautiful obsession while she was blissfully asleep.
Then he’d trace his cum on her lips, just a little before he went home, and fucking hell, the thought of her tasting him when she woke up the next morning made him want to come again.
It was inevitable she was going to call him a sick fuck, a deranged motherfucker, or a psychopath when she found out about his perversions when it came to her. All true.
Also true was that no man on this planet could love her the way he did. She didn’t know just how many men he would kill for her.
When she started to date Jacobs, a hit Declan had undertaken had gone wrong, and he was forced to escape a mafia compound against three hundred men in a jungle in South America after he had taken out their boss. It took him a whole fucking year to get back to her, and he swore he would quarter Eric Jacobs’ body and then feed it to the crocodiles for dating her.
But by the time he returned, ready to put Jacobs in a body bag and take possession of Peyton once and for all, she had already ended the relationship after eight months.
She had moved out of her parent's house and into her own apartment and he had found a new way to navigate himself into her bedroom at night without anyone seeing him.
But she was still a virgin. Not only did he check her medical files, but when he returned to her room that night, in her apartment, after he had sedated her with his sleeping gas, he brazenly pulled her panties aside, removed the mask he wore, and took a full, deep inhale of her pussy. He could smell her innocence the same way he was certain he would be able to smell another man on her.
She wanted to wait until she got married to have sex—he discovered that after questioning Jacobs, of course, he wore a disguise—he wasn’t going to give himself away unless he planned on killing Jacobs afterward.
But that was exactly what Declan planned to give her if it fucking killed him. He was going to make her his wife first before he took her virginity.
She hadn’t dated anyone else since Eric Jacobs.
His sweet little kitten. She was waiting for him. He was a sick enough fuck to believe that she was waiting for the man who had kidnapped her to come and get her again. The man who stalked her so brazenly, some would think he needed mental help.
After seven years, he’d finally concluded all his business with the underground criminals of the world. No one from that sphere would dare touch her to hurt him.
But now, all that remained was concluding his business with law enforcement. Whether he ended up in prison for the rest of his life or as her husband, would depend on her.
Giving her the choice now, when he violated every other single right she had before, seemed inane. But that was just the way he was wired. He was going to do this the right way for her.
Marry her. Take her virginity. Breed her.
He might even give her a choice.
Although thatsick fuckedpart of his brain kept mocking him, knowing full well he wasnevergoing to walk away from her. If she said no, he was going to take her anyway.
But it was time, either way. When he walked into that bar in her hometown, he was there to lay claim to what was his.
