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“Don’t move,” he says, but not in a threatening tone.

I hear him on the other side of the room shuffling around, before coming back, and yanking me around, so my back is to him. Taking my wrists, he saws at the zip-ties with a knife until the plastic finally gives way, and my wrists are free. Iimmediately pull the blindfold off, so I can catch this psycho’s face before he disappears back into the night.

In the darkness, silhouetted by the dim lights coming in through the French doors, is the stranger who just fucked me. He’s wearing black boots, a black shirt, black pants, and a black mask that covers his face. He’s still looking at me as he rights himself, zipping his pants back up.

Kai is lying on the ground, unconscious. Or dead? Panic washes over me. Is heactuallydead?

“Who are you?” It’s a dumb question, but it’s the first one my panicked brain comes up with.

He just laughs and shakes his head, nudging Kai’s lifeless body. Then he looks back up at me. “I warned you,” he says.

I need my phone. Where is my phone? It’s in my purse, which is on the floor by the door. I take a small step to my left, the stranger’s cum wetting my thighs. I’ll have to lunge for it, which will be difficult, considering I have to unzip my purse and fumble around for it. I’d be better off just sprinting for the door, and running to one of the neighbor’s apartment. All this goes through my head in the span of a millisecond.

I glance to my left, at the door, and he guesses the direction of my thoughts, because he steps forward, ready to chase me down.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“What do you want from me?” I ask again.

Maybe if I can figure out what he’sreallyafter, then I can negotiate. I know he’s not here to hurt me, otherwise he would have done it last night while I was drugged and alone. So what then?

He just looks at me through that black ski mask, then he steps up to me. I retreat, my naked back hitting the cold plaster wall behind me. He reaches out to touch my face, but I flinch, so he catches my chin instead. “Be a good girl until I get back.”

And then…he walks to my front door, unchains the flimsy lock I installed, and walks right out my front door.

As soon as the door clicks shut, I rush to grab my phone, and I immediately call 911 while simultaneously rushing to Kai. He’s breathing, thank God. But by the time the police and ambulance arrive, my stalker is long gone…

CHAPTER EIGHT

The Ghost

My car is parkedseveral streets away from Wyn’s apartment, and by the time I reach it, I can hear the sirens screaming down the block. Inside the safety of my car, I rip the mask off and slam my fist into the steering wheel, screaming into the black void that is my life,“Fuuuck!”

I hadn’t gone into Wyn’s apartment intending to fuck her, but when I saw her with Kai, a dark cloud of jealousy came over me, and I reacted on instinct.

I’m fucking losing it.Already.

If I ever had a fucking plan, losing my mind wasn’t a part of it.

I’ve been watching her for weeks. It started at a distance, in my car, parked out front. I’d watch her come and go from her apartment. An odd sort of comfort came from knowing where she was, and what she was doing. I told myself it was what needed to be done. I was keeping an eye on her. Waiting for her next move.

But eventually, that wasn’t enough. She came out of her apartment sparingly. To grab groceries, or see a friend, usually Lux. And on those days I hadn’t caught a glimpse of her, it felt like the skin was peeling off my bones. My obsession had festered into an addiction, and I knew the only cure was setting eyes on her.

So I broke in while she was sleeping, which was far too easy, and hid in her closet. I didn’t touch her that night, I just watched her sleep, hating her. Craving her. Imagining my hand around that delicate throat as I fucked her.

After a while, even that nearness wasn’t enough. Addiction is like that. It gradually consumes from within and before you're even aware you’re being eaten alive that shit escalates.

Tonight, I couldn’t help but take her. I’ve never felt a pull like that in my fucking life. I’ve wanted things, sure. I’ve craved things. But this gnawing, all-consuming need I have for Wyn is something else.

It’s predatory.

That should probably concern me, but if I’m being honest, I don’t give a fuck. When I’m wearing the mask, I can shed the constraints of morality. I can silence the guilt and simply take what I want. And what I want is Wyn Barker. I want her pain. I want her fear. I want to use her, then leave her shattered.

She doesn’t know it, but that’s exactly what she did to me. I was once welcomed into the heaven of her body, and then she shut me out and left me broken…

CHAPTER NINE

Wyn

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