Page 18 of Protecting Player #73
At the sound of contrition in his tone, I ask, “What have you already done?” His eyes flare in surprise.Damn, I’m right.
“I hid cameras in your room.” His confession alarms me, but not for the reasons it should. If he has, then he might know if Thor has as well.
“Have you…watched me?”
He shakes his head as I spin in his arms. His bulge digs into my belly, and I nearly lose my resolve again.
“No.” His tone is firm, so I believe him.
“Why not?”
“I’ve crossed a lot of lines when it comes to you, pup, and I’ve been tempted as hell to watch you every minute of the day. Holding back has been hard as hell.”
I think I fall a little more in love with him in this moment.
“What else have you done?” His jaw tenses, and I step in closer to his body.
“You can’t get mad.” That doesn’t bode well. “I stole your panties.” That’s not so bad. “Switched your birth control.” I am not sure how to feel about that. “Put a tracker on your phone.” My eyes narrow, and he sighs before his last confession. “I did all of this while you were sleeping.”
Swallowing roughly, I lean back, but he tightens his hold. “That’s…a lot. And invasive.”
He subtly nods, and a dark lock of his damp hair drops to cover one eye. It’s endearing, and I find it hard to get as angry as I should be.
“I told you. I intend to wife you up, Brea, and I’ll do it however I have to.” It’s hard to be furious when he’s so damn determined.
“Can I tell you something?” I whisper, almost afraid that he might push me away.
“Always.” He stands taller like he’s about to go into battle.
Exhaling heavily, I rush out, “I’ve had posters of you on my walls since I was fourteen. I used to follow you around and sneak pictures and create a fictitious life for us in the Sims world, and when the game would crash, I’d rebuild. Over and over until college began, and I finally had to give up the dream of us being together.”
“You let go of that dream way too fucking soon, wife.” Shocked, I raise my brows. “I told you, Brea, I’m fucking obsessed. There is nothing that would make me back off.”
An idea emerges. “You would…stalk me if I said no?”
“I’ll stalk you simply because you’re mine.”
I lick my lips, almost wanting to beg him to. Does that make me sick, too? “Could you?” I ask, and his eyes darken with an intensity I have yet to see. Anticipation flows through my veins.
I guess I am.
Chapter 13
T.K
After spending most of the night watching Brea sleep, I got up earlier than usual because I couldn’t get the question she asked in the shower out of my head.Could I stalk her?It makes me wonder about what she’s looking for in a sexual relationship. Especially with us not consummating anything yet.
Would she like it if I took her while she was sleeping?
How about blindfolded and tied to the bed?
Does she want to imagine me taking her against her will?
What about if I kidnap her and take her away?
All things we’ll have a conversation about, but the possibilities are endless and have me more excited than the first time I entered a pussy.
Holding Brea without the expectation of sex was an experience I’d never understood or cared about before. Now, though, now…I could do it every night for the rest of my life. She stayed wrapped up in my arms, snoring peacefully on my chest, with her trust on display in how soundly she slept.
