Page 103 of Texting Dr. Stalker

Jesus Christ.

A growl escaped me as a gush of overwhelming possession erupted.

For a second, she blinded me with black desire.

Then drowned me in animalistic rage.

Anyonecould see her.

Sure, her fences were high, and her garden was overgrown, but what the hell was shethinking?

Gritting my teeth, I closed the camera footage and accessed our message thread.

X:Stop that immediately.

Splitting my screen into two functions, one window with the text bubble and the other with the video feed, I wanted to punch something.

I wanted to break every speed limit to go to her. To leap the fence. To pounce on her. To be the one and only man who ever brought her to an orgasm.

A vicious throb arrowed right between my legs as images of touching her, fingering her, licking her—

“Fuck, Sailor. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

On the video footage, she paused. Dropping the dildo onto her lower belly, she held up her phone with both hands, shielding her face from the sun with it.

My own phone vibrated.

Lori:Come and make me.

I almost buckled in half with how hot and hard andagonisingmy entire body became.

How had everything turned sexual? Come? Yes, please. Make her come? God, it’d be an honour.

“Get a grip, Zan.”

This wasn’t rational behaviour. Sailor had never been like this. Perhaps she’d finally snapped, and what I was watching was a woman having a breakdown, not a woman reclaiming her sexuality.

I should call Dr Klep and have her make a house call.

A little voice in the back of my head hissed that all of that could be true but…I had no authority to say what Sailor had been like before. Despite our family’s fondness for each other, we’d hardly ever spoken. There’d always been a wall of politeness between us.

I might’ve seen her grow up, but I didn’t know a thing about her. I didn’t know her favourite food or favourite TV show or even how someone as brave and sweet and gorgeous as her had ended up with a murdering bastard like Milton.

My phone buzzed again.

Lori:Are you really away for work?

I sighed in relief as she slowly sat up, removed the dildo from her stomach, and tucked her hair behind her ears in a familiar, innocent gesture.

Peng immediately crawled all over her, sliding off her bare legs and no doubt leaving little claw marks amongst her bruises.

I groaned and yanked my glasses off.

Digging my fingers into my eyes, I cursed myself to hell. I’d told her X was away to put distance between my schedule and my alter ego. I needed her to keep seeing us as two separate people because after her thawing toward me in person, it only added to my terror that she’d one day look at me, see straight through the disguise, and call the police.

Christ, if she ever called the police on me again?

I wouldn’t just be done for stalking; I’d be done for sexual harassment and lewd behaviour. Our texts would be all the evidence they’d need to send me straight to jail.

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