Page 5 of Haunting Me

UNKNOWN: Wrong Answer.

I was trying to leave her alone. She is egging me on. Well, if she wants to play, then we will play. I shove my phone in my pocket, throw my jacket on, and head to the car. My pocket vibrates multiple times. Ignoring her, I pull my car out of the yard and head towards her neighborhood. Parking in my usual spot a few blocks away, I make the walk to her apartment.

What am I doing? Did I come here just to fuck with her? Am I going to fuck her? I didn’t think this through at all. Fucking hell Wes, here goes nothing.

The ladder to the fire escape is already down as if she was expecting me to take it. I could just be a normal guy and climb up the stairs to her door. Eh, I'm not a normal guy, though. Hoisting myself up the ladder, I stand on the fire escape landing. The window is open and waiting for me. My mask is already on. I climb through the window. Layne is standing next to her couch. Wearing only a t-shirt, some knee-high socks, and her glasses. I can see her hard nipples through the fabric. My already hard cock strains against my zipper.

Fuck me. She is playing this virgin card, hard.

“You came.” She bites her lip.

I chuckle.

“Of course I did. You're being a brat, and I think you are doing it on purpose.” I inch closer to her, raising my hand to brush her silky black hair out of her face. I lean in and expect to smell the familiar scent of vodka. What I am met with is her sweet jasmine scent. “Layne, have you been lying?” Suspicion in the tone of my voice as I look over to the counter and there is no vodka bottle.

She lied. She hasn’t been drinking at all.

“If you would have checked the messages I sent, I said I hadn’t been drinking. But you are still here.” She shifts around, her thighs clenched together.

I lean into her, enveloping myself in her sweet scent. “You smell like heaven.”

She laughs. “How do you know what heaven smells like?”

Circling to the back of her, pulling her hair back. “I don’t. Only speculation. On your knees, Layne.” She trembles but slowly gets on her knees. “Such a good girl for me.” I gather her hair and braid it. Holding my hand out, “Tie.” Layne hands me the hair tie that was around her wrist.

“What are you going to do to me?” Her voice quakes a hint of fear present.

“Everything.”

Chapter four

L A Y N E

What the fuck does everything mean?

This is one bad thing about being a virgin. I do not know what that could mean. I am kneeling for the psychopath that has been stalking me, allowing him to touch me. My stalker circles to where he is now standing in front of me. “Why did you braid my hair?” My finger ran across the braid. My eyes are on him, even though he has the mask on. I am captivated by the jade-green eyes that are making my panties wet.

“So I have something to grab onto. I’m going to be rough with you in so many sweet ways, Layne.” He coos, his voice sweet but dripping with seduction.

His words are like poison. I am the dumbass that is drinking that shit up. “I don’t want my first time to hurt,” I whisper, a single tear falling down my cheek.

He sighs deeply, running his hand through his tousled hair. “Shit, Layne. I didn’t know you were a virgin…”

I look up at him. Anger courses through my body. Cutting off his next word, I yell. “Oh, so fucking me when you thought I was already used would’ve been an easier task?” I stand up, but he pushes me back down to my knees.

“Can you shut up for one fucking minute? I wasn’t done.” He said.

I roll my eyes. Stalker doesn’t like that. He crouches so we are eye to eye. “Go ahead Layne, roll your eyes again. Girls that are brats and that tease get put on their knees with a cock shoved down their throat. Is that what you want? You want me to treat you like a little slut?”

What the hell are you doing Layne? Why are his words turning me on so much? The ache in my core is so intense. Maybe I do want him to treat me like a slut?

He is waiting for me to answer. I stay silent. With a stifled laugh, he stands up and starts unbuckling his belt.

“Wait,” I panic, “no. I don’t want you to treat me like a slut.” He looks down at me with his piercing gaze. “Take your mask off,” I beg.

He groans. “Fuck, hearing you beg is so fucking sexy.” He drops to his knees, his belt still undone. “Take it off, Layne” I reach around his head to the buckles.

His hands come up to hold my wrists. “Know that if you do, there is no going back. I will possess you, command you, and dominate you. In every way. And then I will want to touch you, hold you, kiss you, and make you feel safe. Only with me. If someone gets in the way, I will kill them.”

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