Page 26 of My Masked Stalker
“Just a scratch, sweetheart,” I say with a wink.
As soon as I stand up, her eyes move over my thigh muscles and to my dick. When she licks those plush lips, I take off my shirt and expose my abs and tattoos. I might even flex a bit, preening as she obviously admires my body. I’m suddenly really glad I spent most of my free time over the last couple of decades working out. Anything to make my girl look at me like she’s starving and I’m the only meal she’ll ever need.
I run a hand over the bottom of my stomach and up to my chest, and smirk when her eyes follow it in a trance.
“You like what you see, Emily?” I ask darkly. The way her throat bobs makes my cock go from half-mast to fully at attention in record time.
She scoffs, trying to play it off. “You’re lucky you’re hot.”
I step closer and crowd her against the counter, using the pad of my finger to lift up her chin.
“Or what? You’d call the cops?” I challenge.
It’s the first time I’m seeing her eyes so clearly, a perfect ashy gray with darker striations, and framed by thick, dark eyelashes.
“Maybe I would have,” she returns with false bravado. I catch the way her pulse speeds up when I grin at her.
“Bullshit,” I call her out. “You had no idea what I looked like until the night I fucked you with my Ka-Bar. And even then, it was dark. Pretty sure my mask was on for most of the time, too.”
Emily sputters, trying to lean back and create distance between us. I don’t let her.
“No, sweetheart,” I continue, now holding her chin still with some force. “You got wet at the idea of a killer lusting after you. It turned you on, knowing I’m watching, knowing you make me hard just by breathing.”
She tries to shake her head in my grip. “N—no. You’re crazy.”
I laugh, the sound mixing with the water filling the tub. “Crazy about you, that’s pretty fucking obvious, baby.” I wrap my arms under her thighs and pick her up. “Now, come on. Let’s get you warmed up.”
16
EMILY
Killian sets me down next to the huge tub, then crouches down to unzip my boots.
“I can do that,” I rush to say, watching with alarm as stitches stretch over the wound on his thigh.
“Baby,” he scoffs. “I just took you like a goddamned animal, fucking orgasm after orgasm out of that tight snatch. I think getting your boots off won’t kill me.”
I feel my ears burning. God, the mouth on this man. No one has ever spoken to me like that before. I don’t think anyone I dated even had the balls to pull off half of the filth that comes out of Killian’s mouth with such ease.
Once my boots are off, he removes my cloak and helps me out of the corset, the last ties desperately trying to keep the garment on me. My skirt is still whole, but he pushes it down, too, leaving me completely naked in bright light in front of him for the first time… that I know of, at least.
He looks at me, his gaze moving from my breasts to the juncture of my thighs, and growls a low, menacing sound. “Anyone else sees you like this, I’ll kill them.”
With anyone else, I’d think it’s an empty threat. But I know this man killed at least two people I knew, though I doubt myneighbor was out of jealousy. By all accounts, he preferred them younger. And male.
A sudden thought hits me, and I gasp. “Please don’t threaten my gynecologist,” I blurt out. “He’s pushing seventy and has a granddaughter my age.”
My stalker pinches the bridge of his nose, the corners of his lips twitching. “Stop talking about him then.”
I snort, then cover my mouth. “I’m going crazy,” I admit to myself, to him. “You make me feel like I’m absolutely insane. No normal person would be okay with this.”
“Don’t talk about my girl that way,” Killian says with a psychotic smile, before he bends to pick me up again, this time laying me in the bubbling tub. I groan as each new centimeter of my skin gets swallowed by hot, soapy water, even when it makes the cuts on my palms sting. He takes a loofah out of the cupboard next to the tub and soaks it in soapy water before running it over my shoulders.
“Aren’t you coming in?” I ask shyly. Though you’d think he’d have fucked the shyness right out of me in the woods earlier.
“In a moment, baby,” he replies with an unusually subdued smile. “I’m enjoying watching bubbles glide over your curves.”
When he brings the slightly scratchy material over my breasts, lingering on my nipples, I shiver despite the hot water, squirming in the tub.
