Page 17 of Silent Stalker

“You like danger, Clara. Embrace it.” I bend closer, my breath grazing her ear. “Tell me your darkest desires.”

She swallows, her throat moving against my palm. “I—I can’t.”

But she wants to. Oh, how she wants to. My thumb finds that sweet spot beneath her jaw, coaxing her head back with gentle menace until her throat lies exposed and defenseless before me.

“Are you afraid I’ll judge you, Clara?” I murmur, my lips hovering above her pulse. “Or are you afraid of what you’ll do if I don’t?”

Her eyes flutter shut as my fingers tighten on her neck. I can feel her pulse thrumming beneath my fingertips, counting down the moments until she confesses. The restaurant noise fades away, leaving only us in this dark, secret world we’ve created.

“Sometimes I think about...” She pauses, her chest rising with a shaky breath. “I want to be controlled. Completely dominated.”

Her confession sparks a hot rush of need throughout my body. I slide my hand into her hair, tangling my fingers in the soft strands, and pull her head back further, baring her throat.

Her tender cry of surrender envelops me, and I revel in it like a man lost in the wilderness finally finding water.

“Go on.” My voice is rougher now, the edges of my control fraying.

“I want to be taken,” she whispers. “Forced. Tied up and helpless.” She swallows again, the tendon in her throat working against my fingers. “And I want to like it.”

Her cheeks are flushed, eyes burning with shame and desire. It’s a heady combination—I want to drink it from her like fine wine, savoring every drop.

“You should never be ashamed of your desires.” My lips brush her earlobe, and she trembles. “Especially when I share them.”

I release her neck and sit back. Taking her hand in mine, I press it to my erect cock gently. Her eyes widen as she feels my hardness, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she leans closer, her breath coming in short gasps.

“Do you know what I want to do to you, Clara?” My voice is hoarse, thick with need. “I want to tie you up. Make you beg.” I run my fingers along her jaw, down her neck, and lower until I cup her breast. She gasps as I squeeze gently, rolling her tight bud between my fingers. “I want to hear you scream my name as you come, over and over, until you have no voice left.”

So soft. So eager. I suppress a snarl as Clara squeezes me through my pants. My cock twitches, a primal response to her touch. Her fingers are confident, uninhibited. I’ve unleashed a monster and set free her dark desires.

The thought sends a rush of satisfaction through me, but I can’t indulge it for long. Not yet. I gently pry her hand away, entwining our fingers as I kiss her knuckles. Her lips part, her breath coming in short gasps, and I know she’s imagining what could have been. What will it be?

“Tonight isn’t the night.” I lean closer, whispering against her ear. “I play the long game, Clara.”

Her eyes flutter open, confusion flashing across her face. She’s not used to being denied, I can tell. Good. Let her squirm a little.

“But I want?—”

“You want many things.” I stroke her hair, gently pulling the pins loose so her blonde curls spill over her shoulders. The wildness suits her. “And soon, you shall have them all.”

Her pupils dilate, and her breathing turns shallow. A shudder racks her body as my fingers dance along her neck, down to the neckline of her dress. So much delicacy, so much restraint this silk demands of me. I want to tear it away, to unleash the chaos beneath. But I won’t give in to such base impulses. Not yet.

“I have rules, Clara,” I continue; placing a light kiss on her shoulder. “A gentleman never fucks on the second date.”

She shivers at the crude word, her chest heaving. “But what if I don’t want a gentleman?”

A dark laugh rumbles in my chest. “Everyone wants a gentleman, Clara. They just don’t realize it.” I move closer, my lips brushing her ear. “A true gentleman knows exactly how to give you what you want.”

Her eyelids flutter as I graze her neck with my teeth, my hands still firmly holding hers. She’s on the edge now, balancing desire and restraint. It’s what makes this game so intoxicating.

“What do you want, Clara?” I ask, nipping at her skin, knowing she’s holding back a whimper. “What do you want?”

“I want you,” she breathes, her fingers tightening in mine. “I want this tension to end.”

“And it will.” I pull away just enough to meet her eyes, letting her see the promise burning in mine. “When the time is right.”

“Tell me it’s soon.” Her voice drops to a sultry whisper, and I hear the edge of desperation. “Please.”

A shiver runs through me, and for a moment, the hunter becomes the hunted. That little word, dripping with need, winds its way around me like a chain. It takes all my control not to give in, to ravish her right here in the restaurant. But no, anticipation is key. The longer she waits, the sweeter the pleasure when it finally breaks.

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