Page 113 of Stalker's Toy

The air between us crackles with electric tension, a palpable force pulling us together.

My hands slide up his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath his shirt, until they come to rest on either side of his face.

In one fluid motion, he grabs me by the throat and spins us around, slamming my back against the cool glass of the window.

The sudden movement knocks the breath from my lungs, but I barely notice, too caught up in the intensity of the moment.

His hand tightens slightly around my neck, not enough to cut off my air, but enough to remind me of his control.

With his free hand, he deftly unbuttons my pants and slides his fingers beneath the waistband.

"Tell me you want me to use you," Henrik growls, his voice low and dangerous.

His fingers dance along the edge of my underwear, teasing. "Say it, Toy. Fucking say it."

I gasp as his fingers find their target, circling my clit with maddening precision.

My hips buck involuntarily, seeking more friction, more pressure.

Through the haze of desire clouding my mind, a small voice screams that this is wrong, that I should put a stop to this before it goes too far.

But a larger part of me, the part that's been aching for this very moment, silences that voice.

I'm tired of fighting, tired of denying the darkness within me.

With Henrik, I don't have to hide.

I can embrace every twisted, beautiful part of myself.

I swallow hard, my throat working against the pressure of Henrik's hand.

My voice comes out as a breathless whisper, laden with desire and surrender. "I belong to you."

The words hang in the air between us, heavy with meaning.

For a moment, everything is still. I can hear my own ragged breathing, feel the thundering of my heart against my ribcage.

Henrik's eyes bore into mine, searching, probing, as if he can see straight through to my soul.

Then, slowly, he leans in.

His lips brush against my ear, hisbreath hot on my skin.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his voice a low, approving rumble that sends shivers down my spine.

My eyes flutter closed at the praise, a warmth spreading through my chest that has nothing to do with arousal.

It's a feeling of acceptance, of finally being seen and understood.

At this moment, with Henrik's hand on my throat and his words in my ear, I feel more myself than I ever have before.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that," Henrik continues, his fingers still moving in maddening circles between my legs. "How long I've wanted you to admit what we both know is true."

I bite my lip, trying to suppress a moan.

"And what's that?" I manage to gasp out, my hips moving of their own accord against his hand.

Henrik pulls back slightly, his eyes meeting mine once more.

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