Page 55 of Stalk Me

“No...” I can’t form the word to save my life. The pleasure is all-consuming, stars bursting behind my eyes.

He groans, his hand slipping under my ass, lifting me to meet his hips. “Then take it, baby. Take all of Daddy’s cock.”

I tighten around him, moaning. He claims my mouth in a bruising kiss as he pounds into me, his hips slapping against mine. I can feel the building pressure coiling deep in my core.

“You love it.” His voice rumbles against my mouth, his teeth sinking into my bottom lip as he pulls back. “You’re so wet for me, your little pussy clamping down...”

“Yes!” The word tears from my throat as he thrusts deep, hitting that spot that sends sparks through my body. I’m on the edge, every nerve ending singing. “Please...”

“Say it.” He nips at my jaw, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm. “Tell Daddy what you want.”

I can barely think; the pleasure is so intense. I can feel it building, an explosion waiting to happen. “I want...” My teeth worry my bottom lip, and I cannot form the words.

“Yes?” His eyes burn into mine, his thumb rubbing little circles on my clit as he thrusts.

“I want you to breed me.” The words are a whisper, but my cheeks flame. I’ve never said anything like that before, but his dirty talk has ignited a need I didn’t know existed.

“I’m going to fill you up, baby.” His hips snap forward, his groan vibrating through both of us. “Gonna breed my good girl.”

My mind supplies the truth even as my body arches into his.He can’t actually breed me—I’ve got an IUD.A shiver runs through me, the thought only adding to my arousal.

He pins my hands above my head again and bites my neck, his teeth closing around the mark he left before. I cry out, my release crashing over me. My walls clench around him as he thrusts a few more times, his own release pulsing inside me.

We remain there, me pinned against the wall, both of us panting, our foreheads resting together. His hands slip from my wrists, caressing my arms and back as he kisses my jaw. Finally, he pulls out and lowers me to the ground, his arms still around me.

My legs feel like jelly, his body the only thing holding me up. I rest my head on his chest, listening to the thunder of his heart beneath my ear.

His lips brush my hair. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

I pull back to look at him, reading the sincerity in his eyes. My anger has burned out, and the fight has left me as swiftly as it came.

“What you did was wrong.” I glance away. “I don’t know how we get past that. You manipulated me, wanting to possess me like some object.”

He captures my face between his palms, thumb ghosting my cheekbone. “You’ll never be a possession, Sofia. I’d never take away your choice.”

My pulse hammers in my throat. I can still feel him inside me, still taste him on my lips. “I’m scared I won’t be able to stop.”

“Stop what,malishka?” His thumb strokes my bottom lip.

My eyes flick to his, the desire there making my insides melt. “Wanting you.”

His lips curve in a smile that lights up his entire face, and it’s beautiful. “I’ve been obsessed with you since the day we met.”

“You can’t help it, then?” I ask.

He stares at me, his eyes steady. “No. I can’t.”

“You must be hungry.” Nikolai’s fingers trail down my arm, sending shivers through me despite my lingering anger. “Let me feed you.”

I hesitate, warring with myself. Every logical part of my brain screams not to trust him, not after everything he’s done. The cameras, the stalking, drugging me... Yet here I am, my body still humming from his touch, unable to pull away.

“I...” My stomach betrays me with a growl, and his lips curve.

“Come. The kitchen is this way.” He takes my hand, and I let him lead me from the bedroom.

Walking beside him down the hallway, I study his profile. How can someone be my greatest threat and the only person Ifeel safe with? His thumb strokes across my knuckles, such a gentle gesture from hands I know are capable of violence.

The compound must be massive as we pass several closed doors before reaching what appears to be the main living area. Everything is sleek, modern, and expensive—just like him.

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