Page 77 of Malicious Intentions

Slipping inside, I quietly close the door behind me. “Lexi, where are you?” I toe off my shoes before heading down the hallway. I turn on the light switch as I pass the closet and continue to my bedroom, turning the light on.

No more hiding in the dark. Tonight, all will be revealed.

I soundlessly creep to the closet with a maniacal grin beneath my mask.

Whipping the door open, my hand shoots out and grabs her by the throat, yanking her from the closet and pushing her against the wall. My other hand covers her mouth, muffling her scream.

She struggles against me, her wide-eyed gaze on the Ghostface mask.

I grin at her from behind the mask, enjoying the terror etched onto her gorgeous face. “What’s your favorite scary movie?”

Her eyes narrow. “Evan?”

“Someone’s been a naughty girl.” My gaze drops to her skimpy cami and lacy panties. “But she’s dressed like she wants to make it up to Ghostface.”

“Goddamn it, Evan. You scared the shit outta me.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” I remove my hand from her neck, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Do you like going for runs in a foggy forest and being railed by Ghostface against a tree?”

“You fucker.” Fury flashes in her eyes as she struggles against me like a feral cat. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” I inhale deeply, breathing in her rage. “You admitted you wanted me to be the man behind the mask in the woods, bellissima. Wish fucking granted.”

She struggles again, her eyes wild from anger. “Dammit, Evan. I can’t believe you. That’s a violation of my trust.”

“Why? I’m always watching and listening, Lexi. I’ve been doing it since you came into my life.”

“Stalker.” She glares at me before her brows furrow. “But the night I ran to your office…”

“Trent helped me out.” I press myself against her, gloating when the heat flares in her mocha irises. “Would you like to play a game, Lexi?” My thumb pulls her bottom lip down before she can sink her teeth into it.

The silence stretches between us before she cocks her head. “What kind of game?” Her pink tongue darts out, circling my thumb.

I groan at the sensation. “Why do I get the feeling that’s what you wanna do to my cock before I ram it down your throat?”

“Fuck,” she whimpers, trembling. Her big eyes blink a few times before my words penetrate the haze of lust that’s fallen over her. “Damn it, Evan. I’m still pissed you’ve been the one tormenting me with that damn mask and lying about it.”

My vile cackle fills the charged air between us. “Yes, bellissima. I know all about your mask kink.” My hand slides down her face, gripping her chin. “You made it so easy for me. Your diaries were a wealth of information.”

“That’s an invasion of my privacy, asshole.”

“You consider it an invasion. I consider it learning everything I can about the woman I thought I hated. But I was in deep denial, like you.”

I rub my masked face against hers. “From the moment I laid eyes on you, I wanted to fuck you. I thought it would be a one-time thing, and you’d be out of my system. I believed I’d get under your skin, and you’d follow me around like a puppy dog, begging for more.”

Her jaw clenches, anger flaring in her mocha irises.

“Ah, ah, ah. Don’t get all pissed off and start raging yet. There’s a lot more to my confession.” I grin at her from behind the mask, inhaling her honeysuckle scent deep into my lungs. “You see, I’ve always been in control, and I thought this time would be no different.”

My finger strokes her cheek, my voice lowering. “You crept under my skin, penetrating every facet of my being. You’re the blood pounding through my veins. The breath in my lungs… My reason for existing.”

She swallows hard, her lips parting from my words, awe and wonder etched on her face.

She’s so gorgeous. A work of art.

“I read your diary and watched you on the cameras I have installed everywhere.” I gesture around me before I lift the pendant hanging from the chain around her neck that her gram gave her. “I installed a tracking device inside this so I know where you are at all times.”

Her face grows pale as she blinks at me. “Evan. T-That’s sick.”

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