Unhinged (Deranged and Obsessed #1)

Prologue

PROLOGUE

ROMAN

T he apartment was silent now, save for the soft sound of her breathing.

Only when I was confident she was asleep did I slip out of the closet, careful not to make a sound as I moved toward her side of the bed. I looked around her room and noted the little details.

Her clothes, her tattered book that was dogeared, and a few small trinkets scattered on her dresser. I turned and silently opened the drawer she’d been in, tracing my fingers over the folded underwear and matched-up socks inside.

I hooked my finger under the elastic of a small pair of black panties and brought them to my nose, inhaling deeply. I shoved them in my back pocket—even though they only smelled of laundry detergent and just because they were hers—and closed the drawer.

She had a cheap plastic bracelet sitting atop the dresser, and I pocketed that as well. I was taking souvenirs. Proof that I’d been here and that she was part of me now, even if she didn’t know it. Her wallet was also on the dresser, and I scanned her ID, memorizing her name and all the little details that made her… her.

Isla.

A unique name for a woman who gave me such unique feelings.

I moved back toward the bed and stood over her as she slept soundly, completely unaware a predator could take her life before she even opened her eyes. Her face was calm while she slept, despite the fire I’d seen in her eyes earlier when she spun around after bitch-slapping that motherfucker—the same one I’d be taking care of soon enough.

As much as this thrill turned me on, I kept myself in control. I moved to the other side of the bed and slowly lowered myself onto the mattress right beside her. I didn’t touch her at first, but I was close enough to feel the heat of her body and smell the scent of green apple even more potently .

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, taking in her aroma until it filled my lungs.

I moved closer, and the motion of the bed shifting caused her to stir slightly in her sleep. I couldn’t define why she—at this moment—felt different. And I hated it. I hated that she had this power over me… that she made me feel anything at all. But I loved it as well.

I lay beside her, listening to the rhythm of her breathing and watching the steady rise and fall of her chest. She stirred and rolled onto her back. The sheets slipped down to just barely covering her breasts. She was topless, her tits perky and nipples rock hard, tenting the soft material.

I didn’t stop myself as I gently cupped a mound and ran my thumb over the peak, watching in dark arousal as it hardened further. My cock throbbed incessantly, and while I cupped her perfect tit with one hand and thumbed her nipple, I used my other hand to grab my thick cock through my jeans.

Rubbing myself wasn’t enough, so I popped the button on my jeans and pulled the zipper down, slowly and quietly. Her sleep was deep, and I felt adrenaline move through me as I pulled my dick free and started jerking off.

I let go of her breast, grabbed the edge of the sheet, and pulled it down until I could see her luscious tits. She hummed softly, and I stilled, watching her face to see if she’d wake up. Her breathing was still even, so I started jerking off again as I cupped her bare breasts.

God, she looked good, unaware I was touching her and masturbating right next to her. Before I woke her up, I slipped out of the bed, cock still in hand, and moved around the mattress so I could jerk off right over her.

While staring at her tits and pert nipples, I ran my palm up and down my shaft, feeling my balls draw up tight as my orgasm rose to the surface. My breathing hitched for a moment before I controlled it and held in my groan as my climax claimed me, and I ejaculated.

I angled my cock at her tits and let my orgasm paint her in milky jets. Thick, white ropes shot out of my cock slit and covered the mounds. And God, she was so perfect because she slept on while I defiled her.

I shook my shaft, making sure all the cum dripped out of the crown, and tucked myself back in. And then I stood there and just admired how good she looked, painted up like my whore.

With one last glance at her face, I turned and left. But I knew this wasn’t the end. I’d be back. I’d be stalking her until the moment was right and I took her life.

I now knew killing her would give me the most intense high I’d ever experienced.

I wanted her to be my ultimate prey.

And this was an obsession I couldn’t control.