Page 53 of Corrupting Ivy

“Stalkers don’t need reasons. But, typically, when they escalate, it’s because something has changed.”

What’s changed? I’ve been here for nearly seven months now, and I still live the same mundane life that I did before. Aside from working two jobs. I didn’t want to think there was someone out there that wanted to harm me. There is only so much one girl can take on in this world, and having an enemy in two states was just too much.

“Sounds like you speak from experience.”

He shut the front door. “I do.” The blood drained from my face as I folded my clothes. “Stalkers are never harmless. They have an agenda, and it doesn’t matter if you know it or not; they’ll make you part of their world just to live out their fantasy, destroying you in the process.”

The tiny hairs on the back of my neck prickled. Maybe I should go to the sheriff again. But it’s not like he helped me the first time, and now it’s only gotten worse. I mean, someone carved my name in the woman’s back, for christ's sake. My heart pumped hard, causing chest pains as I recalled sitting at the table hearing it.

I picked up my panties with shaking fingers and tried folding them, hoping to rub my mind free of the memory. It took me three tries before they stayed the way I put them. I stared at the jumbled mess of fabric, then tried again when Randall stepped up behind me, grabbed them from my hands, and put them in his pocket with the other pair he took.

“Hey.” I held out my hand. “Give them back. I only have so many pairs.”

He grinned, then tipped my chin up with the side of his fist, pinching it with his thumb. “I’ll buy you more.”

“Well, until then… hand them over.”

“No.”

He stepped away from me, pulled out his phone, and typed something into it.

“You can be so infuriating sometimes.” My traitorous body heated with lust as I watched him on his phone.

“There,” he said, putting his phone back in his pocket. “I bought you more. So you won’t need these.” Randall grabbed the stack of panties that were neatly folded on the bed in one hand.

“Okay, but I still need those until they get here.”

I lunged forward and reached around him, hoping to grab at least one. His hand struck with lightning speed, seizing my wrist before I could touch his back pocket, and held it in place. I reached around with my other hand. He dropped the panties, letting them fall to the ground in order to catch my wrist.

“Big mistake.” He let go of my hands and, in one swift motion, picked me up and dropped me on the bed. I squealed as my heart dropped into my stomach, causing uncontrollable flutters.

Randall crawled over the top of me, nudged my legs apart with his knee, and forced my hands above my head, holding them in place with one of his. He reached back and grabbed the pair of underwear I wore today, then brought them to his nose and inhaled. He groaned, rolling his eyes into the back of his head as if my scent were part of the Elizabeth Taylor collection. Heat slapped my cheeks. “I told you, I take what I want. These are mine.” He tucked them back into his pocket, then nuzzled my collarbone with his teeth.

I itched to run my fingers through his hair while his lips skimmed my sensitive skin. I tugged on my hands with the need to fulfill the urge, but he pulled away, rising above me to rest on his knees.

Randall tossed my folded clothes to the floor, then unbuttoned my jeans, working fast to remove them. He ran his hand down my bare mound, then rubbed my clit with his thumb. Shivers raced across my skin with delight, making me arch into his touch for more. “You’re still wet with my cum,” he growled.

I bit my lip as he rubbed tight circles, my body quivering under his touch as he bent down and bit my breast through my shirt. I cried out from the pain before he thrust two thick fingers inside me, sending that pain into a goldmine of pleasure. “Jesus, Randall. Fuck.” I tugged my fingers through my hair as he worked my body like a fiddle and he was the best instrumentalist around.

My body convulsed around him, my screams bouncing off the vacant walls. A smile tipped his lips as he stepped away while my thighs still twitched with ecstasy, stripped himself of his clothes, then joined me back on the bed.

His long, thick, intimidating cock stood at attention as the four silver balls piercing the head of his dick shined. How did he not tear me in half before? Just the thought of our steamy encounter made my mouth water.

Randall settled between my thighs, pulled my knees to my chest, and rubbed his cock along my slit until he settled at my entrance. He watched himself slide inside, stretching me at a slow, torturous pace until I practically screamed with aggravation.

The jewelry caressed my insides, rubbing against all the right spots. I gripped his hands that held my knees against my chest, throwing caution to the wind. He slapped my hands away, then whacked my thigh with his palm. Millions of pin needles poked my skin all at once, sending an abrupt surge of satisfaction through my body.

“You know better,” he said as my cries dissipated. Randall grabbed his belt from his pants, wrapped it around my wrists and tucked it behind my neck where the short strap rested, keeping them in place. “That’s better.” He gripped my knees once more, then seated himself deep inside. My inner muscles clenched around him as he thrust inside. “No more warnings, or I’ll show you why you don’t want to disobey me.” He withdrew and then slammed his hips into mine, causing me to close my eyes and cry out as he hit the top of my cervix. Randall set a brutal pace, pounding into my sensitive flesh without mercy.

And I liked it.

I shouldn’t be okay with this, but no rational thought stuck in my mind. It came and went like the tide, never staying but taking something with it—my sanity.

He drove me crazy. Not crazy in a negative sense, but wild, like a person raised by wolves. I wanted to claw at him, tear his tattoos to shreds as I screamed for my release.

What was happening to me?

My core tightened as my climax drew near. Randall released my knees, wrapped his hands around my throat, and pulled me to his lips. He bit down, making me cry, then grabbed the back of my neck with his other hand. “I’m going to teach you things you never knew were possible, and when you come down, you’ll beg me for more.” He squeezed my throat with both hands until stars lit up behind my lids. “You can tap out anytime,” he growled against my lips.

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