Page 58 of Something New

This is evidence of how dangerous he is. And in all honesty, it should have me calling the cops.

So, why am I just lying here waiting for him?

Did he leave when he saw me looking out the window?

What does this mean?

I have so many questions pulsing through my mind. I’m jittery and unable to find peace, my mind racing. I can’t lie here forever waiting for someone who might not even be there anymore. I should get up and check.

No.

I can’t.

I could message him.

No.

Leave it alone. Don’t encourage it.

You know it’s wrong.

I grab my pillow and press it over my face, forcing myself to close my eyes.

I need to sleep. Tomorrow, I need to find a job. Tuomo is not healthy for me and tonight proves that even more. He’s who I thought he was - dangerous - risky.

So, then why am I fantasizing about him breaking in here and doing whatever he wants to me?

“Dammit, Nerissa.” I whisper into my pillow.

I’m losing myself. Or I’ve already lost myself. Either way I am inwaytoo deep - and everything happened so fast. It’s like he orchestrated the entire thing, manipulating me every step of the way.

I’m not even sure what he is really capable of.

It’s like I want to test his limits. I want to test how far he would go. But I don’t really want to find out though. The fantasy of having a guy stalking you is so much sexier than having him stalk you.

What would my mother think of all of this? She’d be so angry with me for letting it get this far. And even Hayley. If I had told her the truth about who he is - and how I thought, he was following me - she would have had me committed to a psych ward.

Tossing and turning I’m overwhelmed, and guilty, and scared, and turned on -

I don’t know how or when, but I fall asleep and of course, I dream of him.

His hands are on my body as I roll over in bed. He is lying next to me. He smiles when I look up at him. I should scream, but I don’t. My silence is like an invitation.

His hand travels up over my side, heating my skin wherever it touches. I moan and he pulls me closer. His cock is hard against my naked body, and I’m tingling with desire.

My breath catches when he presses his lips against mine. His hand locks around my throat as he rolls onto me.

“Wait—” I whisper. This is wrong. I shouldn’t let this happen. I shouldn’t want this. But I spread my legs, another invite.

His dark eyes are on me, penetrating my soul. I feel as though he is possessing me, my body no longer belongs to me, and he can do whatever he wishes to it.

He pushes my face to the side, pressing it hard against the pillow and leans forward to whisper against my ear. His deep voice is a threatening growl that makes my pussy throb with desire.

“You belong to me, little bird.”

I gasp, fighting against the unknown of what he plans to do with me.

His hand is between my thighs, his fingers pushing into me.

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