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“No.” I shook my head.

“You’ve dreamed of me every night for months, P.”

“No.” I arched my back and spread my legs further for him even as I tried to get my brain to tell him the truth. “I dreamed of my monster.”

“I am your monster, sweet girl. Your dreams knew you’d find your way to me, eventually.”

I turned in his arms, but he wore a hood pulled down low over his face, and darkness cloaked it.

“Why can’t I see your face, then?” I argued, fighting the part of me that wanted to just go along with what he said. “If I truly belong with you, why can’t I see your face finally?”

“I told you that already.” He sighed and took a step back, creating space between us and backing up further into the darkness. “I won’t show you my face until you believe that this is meant to be.”

“I—” I snapped, feeling the weight of living in limbo for so long thinking I was nuts and then worrying over the fact that I had a real life stalker trying to burrow his way into my life without giving me anything in return.

“Until tomorrow, Puppet.” He cut me off. “I can’t wait to hear your screams.”

And then he was gone.

Chapter 11 -Lincoln

Iwatched her all day long on my computer, even taking all of my meals in my office, so I didn’t fuck something up and give up my secrets to her before our chase.

She was a nervous wreck, too. She messaged Dane twice, asking for the details, but I didn’t respond. I needed her to be as on edge as I was, because it would make the hunt that much more intense.

So at six, I sent her a message from Dane and watched her on the cameras as she left my kitchen for her guest house at the end of her day.

Get dressed in the clothes I bought you. Wear your hair long and free. And wait for your next instruction.

Yes, Sir.

Cheeky little trouble maker. I cracked my neck and then my knuckles before responding.

Just for that, I’m going to spank you before I fuck you.

She didn’t respond to the text, but she smirked to herself as she read it. And then she left her phone in the kitchen as she disappeared into her bedroom. Locking me out.

I smiled to myself as I changed into my black outfit and left the house silently, making sure she did not know I was gone.

I parked outside of the first stop of the night and sent her another message.

Eight Ball Bar on Halstead Ave. Park directly out front. Go inside and sit at the bar. Order one strawberry margarita and pay with cash. Then wait for your next instruction.

Yes, Dane.

I could almost hear the purr in her raspy voice in my head and fought the urge to skip the first part of the plan altogether so I could get my hands on her. But playing with my toy was my favorite part of the entire thing, so I kept my plans in place and then walked into the biker bar.

The place was rough, the bikers inside were already on their way to sloppy drunk and rowdy. And I was letting my pretty girl walk in looking like an expensive decedent sweet treat, ripe and ready for the taking.

Because I wanted her tofeelhow fucking desirable she was. I wanted her to know just how far each and every man in the place would go tofeel her body under his. And I wanted her to be afraid that one of them just might get that gift.

I wanted her fear pumping through her veins before she even ran from me.

As I stepped inside, the smoke from cigarettes clouded the air and the stench of stale liquor hit my nose. Heads turned in my direction, easily spotting an outsider amongst the dirty trailer trash bikers, but no one said anything.

They all knew I’d be there. They all knew what their jobs were when Peyton walked in, too.

To look.

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