Page 125 of Bake the Town Red

“Come for me.” His fingers twist my nipple. The pain reaches beyond my dress and bra. It’s a ruthless kind of pain only Ty can deliver. “Come on my cock, Dahlia.”

That’s all I need. All I’ll ever need. Tyler catches my next scream, his hand on my mouth. He keeps my mouth shut while his dark gaze and ruthless thrusts break me down and build me anew.

“You feel my cock deep inside you?” My ass scratches on the tiles of my shop, my head banging against them. I don’t care. I just want him. “Going to come so deep you’ll be pregnant by tomorrow.”

We both know it can’t happen. But fuck, that’s hot. It’s even hotter when his orgasm hits and I feel his seed shooting deep inside me.

“Good girl.” Tyler pumps his release into me. “Such a good girl, Dahl.”

We soak each other in for a while longer. Then he pulls out, and his middle finger shoves the seed that’s leaked back inside.

It’s so intimate that I have to ask, “Would you like to stay and play?”

“Yes and no.” His eyes rise to meet mine. “I’d rather start by watching.”

Rejection, hot and shameful. As if being in the same room with me while I kill someone will disgust him.

Yes, he kills people too. But he could shoot them. From afar. What I do is so much more personal and…

Disgusting.

He could be disgusted.

Sigh.

“Hey, don’t go there. I want every part of you.” The cloth he fishes from his hoodie and presses to my pussy is soft. Comforting. Like Tyler’s voice. “Thing is, I’ve been stalking you for four years, little one.”

“Yes. You’ve been into my apartment at night.”

Not an ounce of shock registers on his face. He’s not ashamed. He’s not surprised that I pretended to sleep while he violated me.

“I have.” He pulls my dress up higher, looking between my legs, then at my face. “Figured it would be safer for you. If we don’t celebrate our love, you know?”

“I do. That’s why I’ve been visiting you at night as well.”

A kiss to my clit. Tender. That’s it. No shock or hurt and indignation.

Only a kiss.

“I’ve been obsessed with you.” He lowers my dress back in place. “I am obsessed with you. And with stalking you. You’re the most dangerous prey out there. So I’m going to hang on to that for a little while longer.”

“Will you write about it?” This honesty thing is addictive.

“Nope.” He helps me up. Removes my hairband and smooths my hair. “I’ll go home. Be back here in three hours so you won’t walk home by yourself.”

“Ty, I—”

“Quiet. Do not fight me on this.” His eyebrows knit. “Tomorrow, though, don’t let them scream. There’ll be a hole in your soundproof wall.”

At that, my face splits in half. My smile is huge. It stays there when Tyler walks out of the shop. When Dallas comes in. I have the same sickening smile while I gut her and mix her intestines with a whisk until she finally dies.

That’s what Tyler does to me.

He makes me smile.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Tyler

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