Page 48 of Stalk Me

“Daddy, I’m—” She screams, body convulsing as she finds her release.

I plunge into her, feeling her inner walls clench around me. Her orgasm milks my own release, and I spill myself into her tight ass, my body shaking with the force of it.

Gradually, I return to earth, my breath slowing as the euphoria fades. Gently, I ease out of her, hating the loss of connection.

She collapses onto the cushions, chest heaving as she basks in the afterglow. I nuzzle her hair, kissing her shoulder.

“That was...” She trails off as if unable to find the words. “Intense.”

I chuckle, feeling a sense of triumph. “You handled it like a pro,malishka.”

She turns her head, a sleepy smile curving her lips. “I have a talented teacher.”

I gather her in my arms, kissing her softly. “Get some rest now. We have plenty more fun ahead of us.”

With a contented sigh, she snuggles against me, already halfway to dreamland. I hold her close, my fingers skating through her hair.

Tonight has been a revelation. Our connection runs deeper than I imagined, and I realize my obsession is morphing into something more dangerous.

As I stroke her hair, my mind spins with plans for our future. There’s so much more I want to show her, so many pleasures to explore.

18

SOFIA

Ihum as I float around my apartment, still riding the high from last night with Nikolai. The way he touched me, the intensity in his eyes—I can’t stop replaying every moment.

“Get it together,” I mutter, shaking my head as I arrange wine glasses and snacks on the coffee table. Tash will be here for our movie night in an hour, and I need to focus.

I head to the kitchen to grab the bottle opener from the drawer but stop when something catches my eye. A glint of metal behind my favorite coffee mug. Frowning, I reach up, and my fingers brush against something small and hard.

Ice floods my veins as I pull out a tiny camera, no bigger than my thumbnail. It’s expertly hidden and positioned to capture the entire kitchen.

“No, no, no...” My hands shake as I examine it. This isn’t some cheap spy camera—it’s professional grade, expensive. The kind used by people who know what they’re doing.

My mind races. How long has this been here? Who put it there? I scan the kitchen with new eyes, spotting another one tucked into the corner molding.

The wine glasses clatter as I set them down too hard. My sanctuary, my private space has been violated. I wrap my arms around myself.

My hands tremble as I move through my apartment, scanning every corner with new suspicion. I find six more cameras affixed to picture frames and tucked into my bookshelves, even one in my bedroom light fixture.

“This can’t be happening.” I dump them all into my desk drawer, slamming it shut. The metallic clink makes my stomach turn.

Sinking into my Italian leather sofa, I massage my temples. A memory surfaces—when I searched everywhere for my favorite black lace thong last week. The week before, my silk hair tie vanished from my bathroom counter. At the time, I’d blamed my scattered mind, too busy with the gallery to keep track of things.

But now...

“No.” I shake my head, refusing to follow that thought to its conclusion. Nikolai’s intense gaze flashes through my mind. How he seems to know things about me that he shouldn’t. How he shows up at exactly the right moments.

My fingertips brush against the mark he left on my neck last night, and I shiver. The cameras feel like accusatory eyes, even locked away in the drawer. The timing of their appearance, professional quality, and missing items all point to one person.

I grab my phone, thumb hovering over Nikolai’s contact. But what would I even say? “Hey, are you spying on me through hidden cameras?” The thought makes me laugh, though it sounds like a choke.

Instead, I shove my phone away and curl up on the couch, trying to ignore the growing certainty that the man I’m falling for has been watching my every move.

My phone buzzes with a text from Tash saying she’s almost here. Do I tell her? Should I call the police?

The doorbell rings, making me jump. I hastily wipe my eyes and smooth down my hair, trying to compose myself.

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