Page 72 of Silent Stalker

Perfect performance, my goddess. James bought every word.

My fingers brush against the silver broach pinned to my blouse. Knowing he watched everything and heard every lie I told James sends a shiver down my spine. The tiny camera hidden in its center captured it all. I text back.

I felt you with me the whole time.

The way you kept your voice so steady while lying... I've never been more proud. Or turned on.

Heat floods my cheeks. Silas's words affect me even through text. I glance around the empty parking lot, paranoid that someone might see my reaction.

My phone buzzes, interrupting my turbulent thoughts.

Get home, my goddess. My cock is throbbing, needing to sink deep into your wetness.

My breath catches at his words, the anticipation building in my core. Without hesitation, I start the engine and pull out of the precinct parking lot. The tires squeal slightly as I speed out, eager to return to Silas.

The drive is torture, each red light feeling like an eternity. My mind replays James's warnings, his suspicion of Silas, but my body is a traitor, already aching for what awaits me.

Finally, I pull into the driveway of my house, killing the engine. I take a moment to steady my breath, my heart racing with anticipation. Stepping out of the car, I notice the curtains in the bedroom upstairs are slightly parted. Silas, watching for my return. My nipples tighten at the thought of him waiting, wanting me.

I unlock the front door, stepping into the cool interior of my house. My eyes scan the room, furniture cloaked in shadows, the only illumination a soft light filtering in from the kitchen. I pause, listening to the steady rhythm of my heartbeat, the only sound in the quiet house.

"Silas?" My voice comes out as a whisper.

No answer.

I close the door behind me with a soft click, the sound reverberating in the stillness. My heartbeat quickens as I move further inside, my senses heightening. A floorboard creaks under my feet, the only noise besides my shallow breathing.

And then I feel it—a rush of air, a shift in the atmosphere. I spin around, my eyes widening as they land on Silas. He stands in the shadows, a dark, imposing figure wearing the Ghostface mask. The silence between us stretches thick with anticipation.

"I've been watching you." His voice is low, sending a shiver down my spine. "The way you lied to your friend, so composed. It made me harder than I've ever been."

Desire pools between my legs at his words, his intense gaze possessing me. I step toward him, my hands reaching up to my blouse, needing to feel my skin.

"Take it off." His voice is commanding now, and I obey without hesitation.

I let the blouse slip from my shoulders, revealing my bare skin to his hungry eyes. With each article of clothing I remove, I feel the weight of my deception lift, exposing not just my body but my true self to him.

Silas stays in the shadows, his eyes never leaving mine as I stand before him, completely naked. I feel vulnerable, but not in a way that makes me want to hide. I yearn to be seen and truly known by him.

He steps toward me. "You were magnificent today." His fingers trace my collarbone. "The way you protected us."

"I'd do anything for you." The words slip out before I can stop them.

Silas's hand stills. Something flickers in his ice blue eyes for a moment, and it's an emotion I can't quite read. His jaw tightens as he cups my face.

"You're the first person who's ever seen me. Really seen me." His thumb brushes my bottom lip. "Everyone else is just... noise. But you're different."

My breath catches at the honesty in his voice. Even through the predatory gleam in his eyes, I sense something deeper stirring.

"I used to think I was broken," I whisper. "That my fascination with darkness made me wrong."

"You're perfect." His fingers tangle in my hair, gripping tight enough to make me gasp. "Your darkness calls to mine. I've killed so many and felt nothing. But with you..."

He presses his forehead against mine, his breathing ragged. I know what it costs him to admit this vulnerability, how foreign these emotions must feel to his psychotic mind.

"I want to consume you," he growls. "To mark every inch of your body as mine. But I also want to..." He struggles with the words. "To protect you. Keep you safe. I've never wanted that before."

My heart pounds against my ribs. I rise on my tiptoes, pressing my naked body against his clothed one.

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