Page 112 of Stalker's Toy

Disgust and fascination war for dominance, each sensation as potent as the other.

Henrik stands before me, both familiar and utterlyalien, a living paradox that threatens to tear my sanity apart.

"What are you, Jekyll and Hyde?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

The words escape before I can stop them, a desperate attempt to make sense of the man—no, the men—before me.

Henrik's smirk deepens, a dangerous glint in his icy blue eyes.

"Kind of," he replies, his voice a low purr that sends shivers down my spine.

He takes another step toward me, and I find myself backing up until I feel the cool surface of his desk pressing against my thighs.

The proximity is intoxicating, his scent—a heady mixture of sandalwood and something uniquely him—filling my senses.

"You're trembling,Nattblomma," he observes, reaching out to trace a finger along my jawline. "Is it fear or excitement?"

I swallow hard, unable to form a coherent response.

In truth, it's both—and so much more.

Henrik leans in, his lips brushing against my ear as he speaks. "I know your darkest desires, Mia. Your deepest, most twisted fantasies."

His words are a caress, both soothing and electrifying. "I've seen the darkness in your art, felt it in the way you respond to my touch."

My breath catches in my throat.

How can he know me so completely?

Is this what it feels like to be truly seen?

"You belong to me, Mia," he continues, his voice growing harder, more possessive. "You are mine to torture, mine to please, mine to use whenever I want. You'll always be mine."

A small gasp escapes me, equal parts shock and arousal.

I should hate this.

I should run screaming from this room and never look back.

But the truth is, a part of me—a larger part than I care to admit—thrills at his possessiveness.

"Henrik," I breathe, my hands coming up to rest on his chest.

I can feel his heart racing beneath my palms, matching the frantic rhythm of my own.

He pulls back slightly, his piercing gaze locked on mine. "Tell me you don't want this, Mia. Tell me to stop, and I will."

I open my mouth, but no words come out.

Because the truth is, I don't want him to stop.

I want to dive headfirst into this madness, to lose myself in the dark depths ofHenrik's desire.

"I can't," I finally whisper, my voice thick with emotion. "I can't tell you to stop."

A triumphant smile spreads across Henrik's face, and in that moment, I know I'm lost.

Whatever game we're playing, whatever twisted path we're on, I'm in too deep to turn back now.

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