Page 24 of My Masked Stalker
The fourth orgasm rips through me with savage force, my scream muffled by his kiss as his mouth crushes down over mine for the first time. My pussy clamps so hard around him it drags a broken roar from his chest.
“That’s it,” he snarls against my lips, his thrusts turning frantic, brutal, his cock swelling inside me. “You’re mine, Emily. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp, half-plea, half-surrender.
His groan is guttural, torn from somewhere primal as his release floods my pussy in thick, hot pulses, his cum spilling deep, filling me until it leaks down my thighs. He doesn’t slow—he buries himself to the hilt, grinding against me, marking me inside and out until the last drop spills.
When his thrusts finally taper off, he slumps against me, his breath ragged, his weight crushing and comforting all at once. My body shakes uncontrollably beneath him, every nerve raw, every muscle spent.
He presses his lips to my ear, his voice dark and satisfied. “No one else will ever touch you again. You’re mine now. Marked, filled, owned.”
15
KILLIAN
Itrail kisses over Emily’s soft stomach, framed by the open corset. When I reach her firm breasts, I give her nipples a lick. Predictably, she gives a sleepy protest, her legs twitching together. I broke her.
Chuckling darkly, I climb further up and take her lips. Now that she’s given herself to me, I can’t stay away from them any longer. Every part of her is now mine, except her innocent heart, but I won’t stop until she gives me that, too. As soon as Ethan and I deal with the Black Ash syndicate, she’ll be moving in with me.
When she shivers from the cold, I pick her up and wrap her in the warm red cloak. I return the Ghoststrike to its sheath on my belt, then turn in the direction of the cabin. It’s not too far from here, but too far to make her walk after I’ve wrung out the last of her energy.
“Where are you taking me?” she mumbles, her head lolling against my chest. She looks like a sleepy kitten. It makes me want to bite her.
“Somewhere where there’s a bed and a fireplace, sweetheart.”
Her mouth opens into a sweet little O, and I laugh. I’d love to shove my dick back into it, but I’m trying not to be a complete savage. Suddenly, her eyes widen with alarm.
“Barbs! I need to call my friend,” she says, her words tripping one over another. “She must be insane with worry, probably shut the whole carnival down and called the National Guard to boot.”
I’m shaking my head before she finishes. “No need, baby. I texted her already.”
A honey-colored eyebrow lifts imperiously. Oddly, it makes my dick twitch, despite coming like a firehose not long ago.
“What do you mean you texted her? What did you say?” She laughs darkly. “This is Emily’s stalker. I chased her into the woods and had my way with her while she was hanging upside down on a rope?”
I smirk at her plucky sense of humor. “No. I texted her from your number and said you weren’t feeling well and called a taxi.”
Emily groans. “She’s never going to believe that because you didn’t?—”
“I ended the text with Cinnamon Roll,” I interrupt.
Her gray eyes blink at me as she processes the information in stunned silence.
“How did you…” she whispers.
“I knoweverythingabout you, Emily.” I scoff, looking away for a moment. “Do you think I would go to these measures if you weren’t perfect for me, inside and out?”
When she doesn’t say anything, I look down again to see her lower lip tremble. I’m overwhelming her. She’ll learn to deal with it.
“What?” I growl when she continues to stare up at me, not saying a word.
She hesitates for a moment. “When did you take my phone to text her? It’s just weird she hasn’t called me, that’s all.”
I throw my head back, barking out a laugh. Above us, a bird takes flight, wings slapping the air.
“Baby, I’ve had your phone since day one. Nothing was ever safe from me.”
Emily bites her lip, making me jealous of her teeth. She stops when I stare at it, growling.
