Page 31 of My Masked Stalker
Before she can bolt upright, I wrap my arms around her hips and haul her down onto me. Her soft thighs frame my face, her slick heat hovering just inches away. One inhale, and I’m gone.Fuuuuck. Vanilla, musk, pure Emily.
Any argument she had left dissolves into a moan the second my tongue slides between her folds. She jerks, thighs squeezing around my head, but I hold her down tight, sucking on her clit until she forgets how to breathe.
“Fuck, you taste better than coffee,” I growl against her, my words rumbling through her pussy.
She gags on my dick in answer, and the vibrations make me grunt, hips flexing higher. Her fingernails scrape over my thighs, but instead of pushing away, she drags herself lower, taking more of me down her throat. Good fucking girl.
I lap at her hungrily, licking her slit like I’m starving, then spearing my tongue inside to feel her clench. She writhes above me, torn between choking on my cock and falling apart on my mouth.
“That’s it,” I groan, grinding her clit against my tongue while her throat milks me. “Swallow me, Emily. Drown me. Let’s see who gives up first.”
Her muffled whimper is pure surrender. She’s dripping all over my chin, her honey running down to my neck, and I can’t stop, I won’t stop until she gives me every last drop.
Her body starts to tremble over me, thighs shaking against my jaw, and I know she’s right at the edge. I growl into her cunt, my tongue lashing her clit mercilessly, sucking until she can’t hold back anymore.
She chokes around my cock, her body seizing as her orgasm crashes through her. Her muffled scream vibrates down my length, and it’s the last straw for me.
“Fuck, yes,” I snarl, driving deep into her throat as I spill. Her whimpers buzz around my cock as I flood her mouth with hot jets of cum. At the same time, her pussy gushes, soaking my face, my tongue lapping up everything she gives me. She convulses, clenching and squirting against me, her body bucking even as she chokes on my release. We fall apart together, my cock twitching in her throat while my tongue wrings every last tremor from her pussy. When I finally ease her down, turning and pulling her trembling body up my chest, her lips are wet, her chin slick, her breath ragged. But mine isn’t any steadier.
“Breakfast of champions,” I rasp with a grin, licking her taste off my lips.
She smacks my chest weakly. Her eyes are glazed, her voice hoarse. “You’re insane.”
I catch her chin, tilt her face up to mine, and kiss her hard, sharing the mix of us on our tongues.
“No, sweetheart,” I whisper against her lips. “I’m yours.”
18
EMILY
My first impression of Killian’s apartment is that it suits him. It’s dark, masculine. It looks functional, but expensive. There’s the obligatory black leather furniture, steel accents, lots of glass. Surprising for someone who shoots people through windows, that’s for sure.
He doesn’t even try to steer me away from the cabinets of weapons in a room that seems designed just for his… professional life. A row of monitors displays different locations—including the hallway of my apartment, where I can see workers changing the door, my landlord looking on with a frown. I spoke to him briefly earlier. He was relieved I wasn’t home, and I did my best to act surprised. Acting upset wasn’t a stretch. I can’t believe some sort of organized crime group broke into my apartment because of someone who chose me to stalk. It still feels so surreal.
Killian’s hands land on my shoulders, then one slides up my neck, gently massaging. Despite all my reservations, my body is like clay only he can sculpt, and I lean into the touch, practically melting on the spot.
“I’ll install a security system in your apartment first thing tomorrow so Barbara can move in,” he says, like my world isn’t changing from the foundations up.
I whirl around, my hands braced on my hips. “Yeah, I’ll call her right now and say ‘Surprise! I have a boyfriend, and I’ve moved in with him. How long have I known him? Oh, just a few hours.’ I’m sure that’ll go over well.”
He gives me an unrepentant grin, and I hate myself for wanting to kiss it off his smug face. “The timing doesn’t matter when it’s the real thing, baby.”
“It matters to normal people!” I huff, closing my eyes against his infuriating handsomeness. The prick. “No. We’re having dinner with her as soon as possible. We’ll say we shared the taxi from the Halloween carnival.” I groan, stomping my foot. “I’m going to have to lie to her and pretend I’m living in my apartment until this blows over.”
Killian’s fingers pinch my chin, and he tilts my head up until I have no choice but to look him in the eye.
“Until this blows over? Sweetheart. You think I’m going to let you sleep anywhere but in my bed now that I’ve had a taste? You’re living with me until I’m six feet under.”
I frown at him. “There’s people wanting to achieve that sooner rather than later, apparently.”
He bites his lower lip—why is he allowed to do that, but I’m not?—and gives me a lascivious look.
“I love it when you go all strict teacher on me, baby. Mmm, gonna put me in a time out?” He tugs on his crotch while speaking, and I glare at him in disgust.
“Can you be serious?” I hiss. Why am I this worried about someone who effectively kidnapped me? Maybe Killian can pay for a good therapist for me—it looks like he can afford it.
“Red, anyone tries to get at me, they’re getting a face full of lead,” Killian says quietly. “Now, come on, let me show you therest of the apartment, and you can do some online shopping for clothes.”
