Page 114 of Stalker's Toy

There's a fierce possessiveness in his gaze that both thrills and terrifies me. "That you're mine,Nattblomma. Every beautiful, broken piece of you belongs to me."

His fingers work relentlessly, driving me higher and higher.

I pant and writhe under Henrik's expert touch.

My mind is a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—desire, fear, exhilaration, shame—but my body knows only one truth: the pleasure building within me.

"Henrik," I gasp, my fingers scrabbling for purchase against the smooth surface behind me. "I'm going to?—"

"Yes," he hisses, his eyes never leaving my face. "Come for me, Toy. Show me how much you need this."

The tension snaps and I cry out, my body convulsing as waves of ecstasy crash over me.

Henrik's hand doesn't stop, drawing out my orgasm until I'm trembling and oversensitive.

As I come down from the high, reality starts to seep back in.

The folder of photos, the mask, the lies and secrets between us—it all threatens to overwhelm me.

I should tell him about Anastasia, about the darkness inside me that matches his own.

But the words stick in my throat.

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" Henrik murmurs, his free hand coming up to cup my cheek.

I swallow hard, searching for the right words. "I need you to understand something," I begin hesitantly. "I've done bad things in the past, Henrik. Things you could hate me for."

Henrik's piercing blue eyes search mine, his expression unreadable.

My heart pounds in my chest, each beat echoing the fear that grips me.

Will this be the moment he turns away in disgust?

His fingertips brush along my skin, tracing the silvery scars on my arm.

The touch is feather-light, almost reverent.

I shiver, not from cold, but from the intensity of his gaze.

"There's nothing on this Earth that could make me hate you,Nattblomma. Nothing," Henrik says, his voice low and fervent.

The words wash over me, a balm to my fractured soul.

I want to believe him, desperately.

But doubt gnaws at me, a constant companion.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Henrik

Tonight is the night I take her world and make it mine.

Larsa’s already here, fluttering around like an idiot and showing off her insipid pieces.

But Mia’s the one I want to see.

It’s already busy and I hate it.

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