Page 7 of Obsessive Stalker

She stares at me, reaching slowly for the gun, as though expecting a trap. When she’s got the gun in her hand, she turns it over in her palms, holding it out from her body as though it’s something repulsive.

I turn my back to her, speaking to my men.

“Leave,” I say to them. “Wait outside.”

“Sir -”

“Leave,” I say through gritted teeth. “Now.”

They do as I say. I turn back to Kristen and she’s still holding the gun in her hands, looking down at it.

“Go on, pet,” I say to her, coming closer so that there’s hardly a foot between us. “This is your opportunity. Do your worst.”

But of course, she doesn’t. Taking a step to her, I rake my fingers through her freshly dyed hair, a reddish brown hue that looks good wrapped around my fist. I pull gently, aiming her face at mine.

“You’re a fighter, Kristen,” I tell her. “And I fucking love that about you. But you’re not a killer. Sometimes I’ve wondered whether you missed my heart with that bullet on purpose. You’re right that you can handle a gun. So, why did you miss your target at such a close range?”

“I didn’t want to miss,” she whispers. “I wanted to kill you.”

“You’re good at lying to other men,” I tell her. “But you can’t lie to me, darling. I know when you’re telling the truth. And I can tell when you’re concealing things from me.”

“I’m not lying,” she insists. “I wanted you dead.”

I shake my head, then bring my hand to the waistband of her pajama bottoms, tugging gently.

“You’re a bad liar,” I say again. “Go on. Tell me another lie. Be as convincing as you can be. Answer this question for me: If I slid my fingers between your legs right now, would I find you soaked for me?”

She hesitates and I wait for the lie to escape her pretty lips. But she surprises me.

“Yes,” she whispers.

My cock hardens at the way her voice has gone soft, breathy, femininity and submission laced in that single ‘yes’ that make me want to let instinct take over, to take the gun from her and bend her over the kitchen island, fucking her mercilessly until she comes on my shaft and I come too, planting my seed deep inside of her.

But I won’t take her like that until she asks me to. Until she begs for it.

“Give me the gun,” I tell her.

With her hands still shaking, she hands it to me.

“Please,” she begs. “I don’t want to go with you.”

“You’ve got to stop lying to me, kitten,” I tell her. “You’ll learn in time that it’s useless. I see right through you just as well as you saw through me the day that we met. I know you want this. You want to see where this goes and most of all, you want to find out if being fucked by me is as good as you imagine it being while you’re masturbating late at night, getting yourself off with your fingers while you moan my name.”

Her eyes widen.

“You think I don’t know?” I ask her. “I’ve been in and out of this house for at least two weeks. Watching you. Listening to your conversations. Listening to you lie to your mother and to the police, overhearing you saying my name every single fucking night while you play with your tight little cunt.”

“You’ve been stalking me,” she accuses.

“I had to make sure you were ready to be taken,” I say. “I scoped out the house, the safety measures, and…most importantly, you. After our first encounter I had a feeling you’d make the perfect wife but watching you for the last several weeks confirms it. What a good girl, lying to the police, keeping your mouth shut about everything you heard and saw that day.”

“I’m not doing that for you.”

“I don’t care why you’re doing it,” I reply with a grin. “I only care that you’re willing to do it. You come from money and in my experience, spoiled, sheltered little girls like you are usually more than happy to tattle to the authorities. But not you.”

“I’m not a ‘little girl.’ I’m twenty-three years old,” she bites out. “And I’m not sheltered…not anymore, anyway. I’ve seen shit, I’ve been through more in my life than you think. And I’m not some naïve rich girl that you can fuck with whenever you want.”

“I underestimated you,” I agree. “Not something I’ll do again.”

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