Back Unhinged Cain
Chapters (44)
  1. Title Page
  2. Contents
  3. Copyright
  4. Also by BROOKLYN CROSS
  5. WARNING
  6. Playlist
  7. Prologue
  8. Chapter 1
  9. Chapter 2
  10. Chapter 3
  11. Chapter 4
  12. Chapter 5
  13. Chapter 6
  14. Chapter 7
  15. Chapter 8
  16. Chapter 9
  17. Chapter 10
  18. Chapter 11
  19. Chapter 12
  20. Chapter 13
  21. Chapter 14
  22. Chapter 15
  23. Chapter 16
  24. Chapter 17
  25. Chapter 18
  26. Chapter 19
  27. Chapter 20
  28. Chapter 21
  29. Chapter 22
  30. Chapter 23
  31. Chapter 24
  32. Chapter 25
  33. Chapter 26
  34. Chapter 27
  35. Chapter 28
  36. Chapter 29
  37. Chapter 30
  38. Chapter 31
  39. Chapter 32
  40. Chapter 33
  41. Epilogue
  42. Thank You
  43. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  44. Stalk Me Links

I could hear her yawn and watched as she stood from her desk and the light clicked off. My Sunshine lay above me, the old wood complaining about the sudden weight. I turned to stare up at the bottom of the bed and thought about how she was only mere inches away from being able to wrap my hand around her throat as I fucked her. I could picture her lying on top of me and my body hardened with the thought of having her right now. Reaching up, I softly petted the bottom of the bed like I was stroking her body and smirked. It would happen. I would make sure of it.

I closed my eyes and focused on the steady intake and exhale of her breaths that made my body tingle with the building urge to touch her skin and stare into those violet eyes as I fucked her. My cock was hovering on that delicious edge of pain and desire as it begged to be touched, but I refused.

Waiting for both Sunshine and the roommate to fall asleep was an agonizingly addictive game of wills. I sucked in an uneven breath as she finally drifted off to visit the sandman. I wondered if she’d see my face in her dreams. All too soon, she would. I’d make sure of it.

Like a creature from a horror movie, I silently slid out from under the bed enough that I could sit up, and there she was. She was lying on her back, her face peaceful as she slept. She was like a delectable doll, a collector’s piece. I laid my arms and chin on the bed, stared at the side of her face, and memorized every little feature, including the little freckle she had on the right side of her cheek.

I heard the pixie move around in her own bed and decided I better get moving. Sunshine’s phone was on the nightstand, and I grabbed it and tapped the screen. It asked for finger recognition, and I swore in my head as I stared at her hands that were thankfully on top of the covers. Choosing to start with the index finger of her right hand, I slowly pushed the phone down into the mattress and slid it under her finger. It didn’t unlock, and I moved my gaze to her face, which was still slack with sleep. Leaning over her body but careful not to touch her, I did the same thing with the phone to her left hand and smirked as it unlocked.

Before I could move, Sunshine mumbled something in her sleep and raised her arm above her head, smacking me in the chest.

Oh fuck.

I held perfectly still as I waited for her eyes to snap open.

“Peter, I said no,” she mumbled and rolled toward me on her right side.