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He just smirks at me, and I half-expect him to pull out his dick and force me to suck it. He’s shoved it in so deep that I’d be choking on it.Mmm.Why are my panties drenched just imagining that?

I scramble to my side of the bed, next to the wall, as he walks around to his side. My body is trembling, and my blood is buzzing as I settle on top of the covers as far away from him as I can manage.

“Turn the light off,” I say stiffly.

He reaches over and turns the light off, plunging the room into complete darkness. I release a slow breath, and close my eyes, folding my hands over my ribcage, my body stiff as a board. Now all I need to do is ignore the fact that an insanely hot asshole is sleeping in bed next to me, fully erect and half-naked.

No problem. No problem at all.

CHAPTER TWENTY

The Ghost

Wyn is alonein the bed and I watch her as she sleeps. The room is swathed in darkness, but there’s a little light peeking in from the curtains. Enough to cast a gentle glow on her sleeping face.

As I stare at her, I wonder how she’s managed to twist me up inside. I’ve walked away from every other chick I’ve fucked and some of them were pretty damn incredible. But there’s something about Wyn that keeps pulling me in, luring me back.

If I could just understandwhy, then maybe I could free myself of her. That’s why I come here. Every time, I tell myself it’ll be the last time. I’ll finally get enough. This time, I’ll be satisfied.

But after my visits, it’s only a matter of hours before I start thinking about her again, imagining her soft skin brushing against mine, the curve of her breasts, the exact color of her nipples when she’s aroused.

It’s fucking torture.

I should stay away. This would be so much easier if I just stayed the fuck away from her. But I can’t, and if I’m honest, it wasn’t ever really an option.

Just one more taste.

But this can’t continue. Shit is already getting too complicated. One of these days, I just know I’ll slip up. I’ll do something stupid, blinded by the frenzy of lust I feel whenever I’m around her, and she’ll figure out who I am.

And if that happens, it’s game over for me. I know Wyn better than she knows herself, and there’s one thing I know for sure—if she ever finds out who I am, she’ll rip my entire world apart…

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Wyn

It’s either reallylate at night, or very early in the morning when I just randomly wake up. Blinking, I glance at the window and notice it’s still dark out, a thin sliver of moonlight shining in from a crack in the curtains.

What woke me?

Ugh, I’m still tired, so with a groan, I roll over onto the other side of the bed, grabbing a pillow and pulling it under my head. I’m lying there for thirty seconds maybe, trying to go back to sleep when I remember abruptly that Lucas is supposed to be in bed with me.

Adrenaline jolts me to full wakefulness and I rise up onto my palms to glance around the room. It’s dark, but I can see that the bathroom door is open, and unless he’s chillin’ out in the bathtub, Lucas isn’t in there. One quick look around the apartment reveals he’s gone. Maybe he went outside for a minute?

Sitting up, I glance at the nightstand and notice his phone is missing, and his clothes that were on a pile on the floor are missing, too.

I push out a relieved breath, but even as that feeling washes over me, a little bit of fear takes root, too, because it means I’m alone. And vulnerable. Without Lucas here, will my stalker show up?

Excitement, fear, and everything in between rushes through me all at once. And, damn, my body is already humming with the possibility that the dark strangermightshow up.

“You’rereallyfucked in the head, Wyn,” I whisper to myself as I climb out of bed to go to the bathroom. But as I pass the French doors, something catches my eye. A shadow shifting in the darkness. I’m assuming it’s Lucas. He must have gone out to the patio to get some air or smoke or something.

I pause mid-step and turn toward the shadow. He’s leaning against the open door frame wearing all black—black slacks, a black shirt that hugs his massive biceps, and a black mask that covers everything but his eyes.

I should be afraid. I don’t know who this person is. I have my suspicions, but I don’t actually know. And there’s a chance I’m wrong. Like Lucas said, it could be anyone. “Lucas will be right back,” I say.

The masked man chuckles under his breath and steps forward. It’s so dark, all I can see is his silhouette. He pushes in on me and I take several steps back. If this is Gabriel, then I have to know. I have to find a way to pull that mask off and reveal whoever the fuck this is.

“You’ve had another guy in your bed,” he growls in disapproval.

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