Page 111 of Stalker's Toy

About the dark, twisted part of me that's capable of... no.

Surely not.

But as I meet his gaze, I see something there that makes me wonder.

A darkness thatmirrors my own.

"What are you going to do with all this information?" I ask, fear coiling in my gut.

Henrik takes another step towards me, closing the distance between us.

"Nothing," he says softly. "It's not about what I'll do with it, Mia. It's about understanding you. Every broken piece, every shadow in your past... I want to know it all."

I should run for the hills.

I should be repulsed, terrified.

But instead, I feel a thrill of excitement coursing through me.

Someone sees me—all of me—and isn't turning away.

"And if you don't like what you find?" I challenge, my voice barely above a whisper.

Henrik's hand comes up to cup my cheek, his touch both gentle and possessive.

"Impossible," he murmurs. "Every dark secret only makes you more precious to me."

I lean into his touch, closing my eyes. "We're both crazy, aren't we?"

His soft chuckle sends shivers down my spine.

"Probably," he agrees. "But isn't that what makes life interesting?"

He licks his lips, something else obviously on his mind. "You liked the thought of being fucked by twomen, didn't you, Toy?" The words roll off his tongue in a crisp British accent, so different from his usual tone that it sends a shiver down my spine.

Just like Stalker’s.

I swallow hard, heat blooming in my core.

The thought of it—Henrik playing both roles, both the mysterious stranger and himself—ignites a wildfire of desire within me.

It's wrong, it's twisted, but God help me, I want it.

"I..." I start, but the words catch in my throat.

How can I admit to such a depraved desire?

Henrik's eyes bore into mine, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Don't deny it,Nattblomma. I saw how it affected you, how your body responded to the idea."

My cheeks burn with a mixture of shame and arousal.

He's right, of course.

The fantasy of being taken by two men—by two versions of Henrik—drives me wild with longing.

"Yes," I finally whisper, the admission hanging heavy in the air between us. "Yes, I liked it."

My mind reels, trying to process the maelstrom of emotions swirling within me.

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