Page 202 of Texting Dr. Stalker

“Did I treat you as if you’d break when I was fucking you on the floor?”

“No.” She smiled a sexy, dangerous smile. “You didn’t.”

“Well then.” Snapping out my trousers, I lifted up a leg to get dressed. “We both agree that you’re in charge of your own healing from now on. Whatever we had has run its course.”

Dashing to me, she wrenched the trousers out of my hand and tossed them over her shoulder. “Argh, you’re a stubborn pain in the ass.”

“What did you just call me?”

“I called you an idiot.”

“And you think calling me names will stop me from walking out the door?”

“I think you need a good slap to acknowledge you were free for just a little while. You let yourself go. In the weeks I’ve known you, you stiffen up themomentI try to care for you in return. You get prickly and cold and say things you don’t mean all because you don’t know how to lean on others.”

“What are you? My psychologist all of a sudden?” Pushing past her, I reached for my pants again.

She kicked them away and shoved her hands against my chest, making me stagger back. “I’m trying to help you the way you helped me, you frustrating idiot!”

“Again with the idiot.” My hands curled, pulling on the faint bruises I still had from beating up Chad Harris. She hadn’t noticed the marks on my knuckles. So blinded by the disguise that Colin had promised would hide me in plain sight.

For a second, I contemplated ripping my mask off and confessing.

I didn’t know how much longer I could do this.

How I’d be able to keep this secret for the rest of my life.

But I had to try because after the things I just said, after the hole I was determined to dig, she’d never look at Zander while X was in her life. And if she ever figured it out, she’d never forgive me, andI’m done.

“Get out of my way, Sailor. I’m leaving—”

“You’re staying.” With the softest gasp, she dropped to her knees and placed her hands on her thighs. Peng scurried from the kitchen, headbutting her for affection, but her eyes never left mine. “Tell me what you want, X, because I owe you another debt. You showed me how much I like being taken with anger, but only by a man I trust implicitly. You shattered every fear I had of him strangling me and gave me a new memory of lust and desire. You’ve done more for me this afternoon than all the weeks combined and so…I owe you.”

Her gaze dropped to my hard cock. She looked older, wiser…sexier with a hint of a dangerous rebellion.

“I’m not letting you walk out that door until I do for you what you did for me. And if that isn’t black and white enough for you, I’m telling you, you stubborn pain in my ass, that Iwantyou. I don’t care who you are. I don’t care about tomorrow. I don’t care if your name starts with an X or an A or a Z. All I care about is staying this free and so…” She sat higher on her knees. “You have to make another choice.”

“What choice?” I strangled, my breath coming short.

“The choice to be free. The choice to drop all your pretences. I don’t know why you’re terrified of admitting who you truly are, but…you don’t have to be afraid with me.”

Every part of meached.

It was agonising.

Blinding.

I clung to doing the right thing. “You’re making this impossible for me. I’m trying toprotectyou. Even if that means protecting you from myself—”

“And I’m telling you I don’t want protecting. Not anymore. Not here. What Iwantis for you to break me. Breakwithme.”

My entire body clenched.

My cock ached so badly, I wedged a fist in my stomach trying to ignore the relentless craving to give in. “You’re going to kill me.”

“If that’s what it takes for you to agree, then fine.”

I resisted the urge to grab myself and relieve the agony she conjured. “I’m not going to—”

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