Page 82 of Stalker's Toy

It mirrors my own desperation, my own craving for connection, no matter how twisted.

At this moment, I want to give him everything he asks for.

I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry.

"Yes," I whisper, my voice barely audible. Then, louder, more confidently, I meet his gaze. "Yes, Daddy."

I can feel the shift in the atmosphere, the way Henrik's grip on me tightens ever so slightly.

What am I doing?

A small voice in the back of my mind screams.

But it's drowned out by the roaring of blood in my ears, the heat of Henrik's skinagainst mine.

I've stepped over a line, I know.

But as Henrik pulls me closer, his lips crashing into mine with blazing heat, I can't bring myself to regret it.

In this moment, lost in the darkness of desire, I feel more alive than I have in years.

Henrik's hand trails lower down my body, his fingers finding my clit, my thoughts scatter like ashes in the wind.

"Oh God," I moan, arching my back.

His touch sets my nerves on fire, each stroke of his fingertips like a fuse being lit, detonating a cascade of pleasure that centers in my core.

"You're so wet," he growls, his voice guttural in my ear. "You like it when Daddy plays with you, hmm?"

"Yes," I pant, my hips bucking against his hand. "Yes, Daddy."

He chuckles, low and menacing, the sound sending chills down my spine.

"Good girl," he praises, then sucks a nipple into his mouth, the sensation almost unbearable.

I can't help it—I sink down on his cock, taking him all the way inside me.

"Fuck," he hisses, his grip on my hips tightening even more. "You feel so fucking good, baby girl."

Beneath me, Henrik's body tenses, his muscles coiling like a spring wound too tight.

I can feel the tension in the air, the knowledge that we're both teetering on the edge.

And as Henrik's thumb traces patterns on my clit, something within me snaps.

"Daddy," I whimper, my voice hoarse with need. "I want you to fuck me like a naughty girl."

"That's it," he growls, his thrusts becoming erratic, desperate. "Tell me how bad you want it."

"I want it, bad. I want it more than anything else."

I throw my head back, lost in the sensations coursing through my body.

Henrik's hands roam my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

Every touch, every kiss, ignites something primal within me.

It's intoxicating, this raw passion, and I find myself chasing it like an addict seeking her next fix.

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