Page 28 of Stalker's Toy

"Enough of this," he growls, his voice low and rough. "I want more of you, Mia. All of you."

Before I can respond, his lips claim mine in a kiss that steals my breath away.

His hands are everywhere, tangled in my hair, gripping my hips, tracing the lines of my scars.

And I can't help but respond, my own hands exploring the contours of his body, feeling the strength and power that lies beneath the surface.

With a sudden movement, Henrik breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down my neck, across my collarbone, and down further still, until they reach the swell of my breast.

He nips at my skin, his teeth grazing my nipple through the fabric of my dress, and I gasp, my hands tightening in his hair.

"Yes," I moan, my head falling back as he continues his assault on my senses. "Just like that."

He continues to tease and torment me, his mouth and hands driving me wild with desire.

He arches himself, going in and out of me, filling me completely, his hands gripping my hips as he thrusts deep.

I can feel myself nearing the edge once more.

As I fall over the edge, Henrik follows me, our release mingling together as we cling to each other, our bodies slick with sweat and desire.

As we come down from our high, Henrik gently sets me back on my feet, his arms wrapped around me as he holds me close.

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

"Mine," he growls again, his lips brushing against my ear.

CHAPTER FOUR

Henrik

She’s late by the time I finally see her.

She clutches a long, narrow canvas under one arm.

The gallery is dim, closed for the night, and her presence here should be solitary.

She doesn't see me yet.

Her form cuts through the vacant space, beautiful in black clothes with threadbare fishnets and worn boots, navigating the room with deliberate steps.

I like her like this—alone, unaware, an object in motion.

There’s something compulsive about it, something that feels very much like ownership.

I cross the gallery in long strides, moving from the dark into the light to intercept her.

I don’t bother with subtleties, knowing full well she’ll jump when she finally sees me.

She’s so close now I can see her green eyes flicker in and out, a heartbeat of surprise.

It’s only then that she stumbles, almost tripping on the stairs that lead down to the main floor.

The canvas jerks forward as she fumbles, and I see her arms lose their hold.

I move faster, reaching her in time to keep her work from smashing to the ground.

I hold it in my hands, trying to reach her before she falls.

---