Page 75 of Stalker's Toy

I open Mia’s door, close it behind me.

There will be no interruptions, no distractions.

I slip off my coat and put down the water and ibuprofen.

I put on my mask and wait.

She's on the bed, hair a wild flame around her face, eyes almost shut but not enough to miss the way I hover over her.

Not enough to miss seeing me when I'm close again.

I flip up the bottom of my mask and nestle between her legs, taste her heat until she starts to wriggle awake.

Until her eyes fly open, and I hear her go, "Wait...what?"

She starts to hit me, but I grab her neck, come up with a wicked grin and a heavily thick British accent. "I told you I'd find you, Toy."

Her eyes are wide with disbelief, green fire blazing out from under heavy lids.

Drunk or sober?

It’s hard to tell.

But she knows it’s me—the man who stalks her.

"How...how did you..." Her voice is ragged, catching on each breath as I hold her down, keeping her pinned beneath me like that first time I pinned her against the wall.

The fight leaves her quicker than I’d like.

Not even a struggle.

Not even a whisper of it.

She craves it.

Wants it.

I go back to work, mouth on her pussy, getting her to squirm more and more, until I know she's feeling every inch of my claim on her.

I slide a finger inside, then another.

Pushing, driving, making sure she knows exactly how deep I can go.

Her breath is coming fast now, fast and wild, and she's moaning before she even realizes it.

Before she even cares that it's my name spilling from her lips. "Oh god..."

I go harder, deeper.

Pushing on that spot inside her, the one that will have her seeing stars.

"You are mine," I say, fingers working as I take a breath. "You are mine, Toy. You understand? You belong to me, and I'll come for you whenever I please."

She gasps for air, nods hard and desperate.

"I'll come for you whenever I please," I tell her.

And then she's there again, coming apart under me, around me, because of me.

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