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I could make her dreams a reality.

And as soon as I’m finished with these three, she can think of more and more for me to fulfill.

With one last look at my sleeping obsession, I silently close the door behind me.

I’m a man with purpose now.

Chapter Twelve

Malory

Everything hurts.

It’s like every muscle in my body, inside and out is sore.

Wondering how I got into bed in the first place, I can vaguely remember strong arms enveloping me before being exchanged for soft sheets. I must not have been fully conscious.

Stretching my tired limbs, my whole body aches as memories of last night start flooding in.

Tyson’s rough hands all over my skin, his huge cock stretching me painfully, making me feel pleasure I didn’t know one could experience.

Well, that happened.

I’ve given my first time to my stalker. And it felt so incredibly good.

Is it terrible that I’ve enjoyed it, that I don’t want him to let me go? At least not yet.

Tyson keeps saying that I’m his and honestly, I’m starting to believe it.

The way he holds me, always making sure that I’m comfortable and asking for my opinion like no one else ever did.

The way he covers me with blankets and brings me hot tea whenever he sees goosebumps on my skin.

I don’t want that feeling to end.

I don’t think I can go back even if I wanted to now that I’ve learned how good this man can make me feel.

I won’t be able to live without it.

This is what I’ve always been missing and Tyson managed to singlehandedly fill the hole in my chest I didn’t even know I had.

Yesterday, I could tell he was holding back, restraining himself to not hurt my inexperienced body, handling me with such care and confidence that I had no inhibitions about putting myself fully into his hands, trusting him implicitly.

And yet it doesn’t diminish the fact that he’s using me for his own purposes. No matter how much I want to ignore it, it’s always at the back of my mind, forcing me to second guess everything he does and says.

There are moments where I could just melt in his arms yet the memory of seeing him the first night in my room keeps holding me back. The utter terror I felt upon seeing his masked face hovering above my sleeping form never quite leaving me.

It transformed me in ways I didn’t think possible.

Heaving myself into a sitting position, I wince at the slight burning sensation in my core.

Even though I could do without the pain, it’s not as bad as I expected. To a degree it’s a pleasant reminder of how he…Nope, not going there.

The sheets don’t look crumpled except for the dent where I’ve slept, which can only mean that Tyson didn’t spend the night here.

Rubbing a palm over my chest, I push down the disappointment that has started to spread there.

I should be glad.

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