Unmasked (King Morine #4)

11. Stryker

CHAPTER 11

Stryker

I strategically install the cameras around her apartment and check the app to ensure I have the perfect views.

Sitting in her bedroom, I hack into the housing system, making a copy of her ID so I’ll have access to her apartment.

After that, I pass the time by checking out her social media. There aren’t many photos and few videos, but the ones I see infuriate me. Various male celebrities in formal wear with their arm thrown around her. I want to kill every one of them for touching her.

When I hear her swipe and unlock the front door, I slip beneath her bed, watching her through the app on my phone. Mandy follows her inside.

“Thanks for hanging out with me tonight. I had a great time, Mallory. I’m sorry you lost your ID, though.”

Mallory waves her hand dismissively. “It’s okay. Things happen.” Mallory pauses, sneezing.

She has the cutest sneeze I’ve ever heard.

“I feel bad we had to cut our study time short.” She heads to a box of tissues, blowing her nose. “Stupid allergies. I don’t know what set them off tonight.”

“Do you have anything you can take?”

“Benadryl works wonders. The only problem is it knocks me out. I sleep like the dead.” She tosses her tissue in the trash can before adding, “That’s why I only take it at night.”

My smile widens beneath the bed.

“Gotcha. Yes, it makes me sleepy, too.” Mandy heads to the door. “I’ll go so you can take your medicine and get some rest. I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

“Sorry again, Mandy.”

“It’s fine. Feel better.” She waves and leaves.

My heart beats faster as I watch my girl on the camera. She grabs a bottle of water from the refrigerator before heading to the bathroom, where I have a camera facing the medicine cabinet.

I watch as she pops two Benadryl and takes a long drink of water. She washes her face and brushes her teeth before heading to the bedroom and turning the light on.

After setting the water bottle and phone on the nightstand, she moves to the closet and grabs a T-shirt.

My cock throbs when she strips out of her clothing, wearing a bra and panties. I hold my phone with shaking hands, struggling against the urge to crawl out from beneath the bed and claim her.

When she removes her bra, I stare at her tits on the camera app. I’m salivating, my desire overwhelming me. They’re perfect. I can’t wait to have my hands and mouth on them.

Much to my disappointment, Mallory pulls the tee overhead before she heads to the bed. When she plugs her phone into the charger, I grin. I replaced it with one that looks like a regular charging device but contains a tiny camera that records her .

Mallory crawls into bed, muttering, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I can’t resist the urge.”

My eyebrows raise when she opens her social media app and goes to my page, watching one of the thirst traps I filmed.

Christ, my dick is so hard, it’s gonna rip through my damn jeans.

She opens the most recent video I filmed, her tongue darting over her lips before she practically purrs, “Goddamn, look at his tattoos. And that body. He must run and work out constantly.”

I work out every chance I get, little prey.

“So damn hot.” She bites her lip, and I nearly groan aloud.

My hands shake as I watch and listen to her without her knowledge or consent. Seeing the desire on her face and hearing it in her voice is titillating.

She’s watching the video as if she’s mesmerized. Her chest heaves in time with mine as she gets to the part where I gesture with two fingers before patting my lap. A squeak comes from her lips. “Yes, Daddy. I’d crawl to you and beg you to let me suck your cock.”

I close my eyes, pressing my lips against my forearm so I don’t groan aloud . I’ll take you up on that offer, little prey.

As the video restarts, her hand snakes up her tee shirt. I lift my head, watching as she lightly rubs and then pinches her nipples, her eyes glued to her screen.

She turns, grabs the pillow beside her, and props her phone on it. Her other hand glides down her body, sliding beneath the fabric of her panties.

Beads of sweat cover my skin. I tug at the neck of my sweatshirt, being careful not to make a noise.

She moans as her fingers rub her pussy. “Fuck. I wish the masked man was touching me.”

A shiver of pleasure runs down my spine. Sounds like permission to me .

Her body shudders as she spreads her legs wider, whimpers and moans falling from her lips until she detonates, her body shaking as her back arches from the mattress.

My sweaty forehead hits the floor. I need her to go to sleep ASAP.

She slides her fingers from her panties and shirt before turning the video off and setting her phone on her nightstand. She gets up, heads to the light switch, and turns it off. The bed dips as she crawls beneath the covers.

Mallory grabs the TV remote and turns it on. She yawns as she selects a movie, then settles against her pillow.

Five minutes later, she’s asleep.

Finally!

Even though it kills me, I wait a few more minutes before crawling from under the bed. I silently stretch my aching limbs, my eyes locked on Mallory.

It’s time to claim you, my little prey.