Page 14 of Filthy Messages: Stalker Alert!

“Just drink it, Gia. You’ve not had anything to eat or drink since last night.”

I crack one eye open before opening the other one. He is wearing a black T-shirt and grey sweatpants. His dark hair and brown eyes indicate he might be Italian. Thinking back on all the messages he sent me about his dicking abilities, I don’t think he lied.

“What is a crime syndicate? Are you part of the mafia?” I asked, trying to get my thoughts away from dicking, but it came out garbled with the straw stuck in my mouth.

“Finish all of this off, and I will answer your questions,” he said with a small smile on his face.

I kept my eyes on him and drank the concoction, hoping it didn’t have any more drugs in it. His eyes never left mine. The more I looked at him, the more nervous I became.

Was he going to kill me?

I looked around the room. It was a large bedroom. My eyes widened at the metal bars on the window.

He chuckled, drawing my attention back to him.

“No escape for you, my little nerd. Ever.”

That sounded final. I tried to ignore the shiver that ran down my back. Instead, I sucked the strawberry-flavoured drink until it was finished. As soon as the straw was out of my mouth, I spewed out all the questions I had.

“Are you going to kill me? Where am I? You have women, so why did you take me? Did you really kill Kevin?”

He looked at the empty glass before setting it aside.

“I’m not going to kill you. The only exception is if you betray me. You’re in London. I took you because you’re mine, and yes, I killed Kevin, and I fucking enjoyed it,” he said before sitting on the bed beside me. “It was time I took a mate.”

He pulled the sheets down, and I could only watch as he exposed my naked body.

“A crime syndicate is being part of organised crime. I profit from arms deals inside and outside the U.K., drugs, financial crime and murder at times. I was born into this life. My father was the boss, and I took the business on after him,” he said softly while playing with my nipples.

I could only breathe as I watched his hands on me.

“It’s time I had a legacy, Gia. You’re going to accept me and everything I give you.”

He pulled the sheets off me completely, and I tugged my hands on the cuffs.

He stood up and pulled his T-shirt off. I looked at his hard-toned body and couldn’t help the desire that ran through me. Maybe I could get off on this and then do a runner later. He looked more appealing than my toy. I gave myself a mental shake. He was a killer and a criminal.

“Do you know what I did last night?” he asked before pulling his pants off.

I shook my head, staring at him strip off.

“I came so many times inside your pussy.”

“I-You what?” I asked, shocked.

He stood up straight, and I glanced at his cock. I frowned. It was too big. I would have felt it. He began stroking his dick. I looked up at his smug expression.

“There is something seriously wrong with you,” I said, astounded that he fucked me while I was unconscious.

“There is, but you amuse me like no one ever has. So get used to this new life, Gia. This is it for you.”

I amuse him? What the fuck am I, a court jester?

He climbed onto the bed, and all I could do was watch because I couldn’t comprehend the words that had come out of his mouth.

“You have no job, no apartment and your money is frozen.”

How did he—

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