Page 74 of Darkest Deception

He’s a killer, a stalker, for crying out loud.

What am I doing?

I shut my eyes, a troubled sigh leaving me.

“Helia, I—”

My stalker stops, and my eyes snap open.

Helia.

I said his fucking name.

His head snaps up, and I can feel anger rolling off him. I start to panic all over again.

His hand is at my throat, cutting off my oxygen.

“No, please—”

His other hand drops down to my hem, roughly pushing it up and finding me soaking wet despite the fear I have for my life. A deep chuckle escapes past his lips, the sound absolutely terrifying.

“Soaking like a fucking slut? You still want to be fucked, even if I could kill you within a second?”

I shake my head side to side, trying to twist out of his hold but failing to do so.

“No, let me go.”

My eyes have adjusted to the dim light, and his face becomes clear to me. He looks like Helia; his smirk, his jaw, his rough hands that grab my thighs and push them apart.

He leans down, and even more wetness pools when I find his eyes peeking from beneath his hood. Green. Emerald green. He watches me dirty the sheets, twisting my legs, but his hold is like iron. Hot and strong. He exhales on my pussy, circling it with two thick fingers.

A whimper falls from my lips.

“Please.” I try to push my hips up and away from him.

He thrusts two fingers right into me at once.

I choke, feeling full at the stretch. I have only been with one person in my life sexually, and it wasn’t recently. His fingers thrust in and out of me ruthlessly. Then those thick, long fingers twist inside of me, and my toes curl at the painful pleasure.

“You seem to be loving this. What would happen if I just—”

“No!” I jerk up in bed.

My skimpy gown is stuck to me, and sweat covers my back. Cold shivers run through my body.

A dream.

I was having a dream where my stalker was Helia. I run a hand through my hair, my breathing quickening with every passing thought. Why him, of all people? Why would he star in my dream when I despise him?

Rushing to the shower, the faint glow of the sun rising makes me forget about going back to bed.

But how can I forget the moment my brain thought that Helia was my stalker? How could that be?

My burning body cools under the cold water, and when I am brushing my hair after getting ready, my eyes fall onto my bed. I gasp, then my mouth drops open at the wet spot. I was turned on from that; from the thought of Helia touching me. So much that my arousal had dripped down my thighs.

Then I saw the rolled up paper with a green ribbon around it beside my balcony door.

I run towards it and hastily unroll it.

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