Page 11 of Claimed By My Stalker

“No, you’re right. What can a little powerless thing like me do to save anyone? I can’t even move from the airport to a motel in Italy without getting shot. You’re absolutely right.”

Carrie doesn’t know the power she carries within her, it’s the type that transcends the use of guns or fists. The type that makes murderous men forget their quests and fall to the spell of her beauty.

"It would kill me to see you get hurt in any way, it would destroy me to see you getting hurt because of me. Carrie, I don’t want you getting caught up in any of this, not with Bruno, or anyone else I meet, friend or foe.”

“I understand.”

“I don’t want you saying things in resignation. I want to know that there really aren't any hard feelings between us."

She smiles at me, a genuine one, and a warmth spreads across my body.

“I got you something.” I gesture to the room. “Want to come in and see?”

She tries to smile but suppresses it and gives a light shrug. “Sure.”

I make her sit in front of the dressing table and raise her silky blonde hair into a bun. I reveal a black box and retrieve a choker from it, then I place the choker around her slender neck and clasp it at the back. Carrie runs her finger over the choker, tracing the pearls and letters spelling out her name.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispers. “Thank You”

This is me branding her as my property, the choker is a symbol. She is mine now, even if she knows it or not.

Carrie stands on her toes and wraps her hands around my neck. She breaks the hug when her feet start to hurt, but I draw her to me and place my mouth on hers. Our tongues intertwine as she gasps for air in my mouth. I grab Carrie's ass and squeeze lightly, an act she finds pleasurable, I can tell from her heightened moans.

I break the kiss abruptly much to her disappointment, mine too but there’s something I want to do more. I bend her over the arm of the chair and spank her ass, Carrie freezes. Despite her shock, she seems turned on by my actions. I give her another spank, harder than the first and I hear her suck in air through her teeth.

“You’ll do as I say now Carrie, no more snooping around, no more following me around and you’ll stay away from Bruno”

“Y-yes,” she replies with a gasp.

“You’re never going to see Bruno again.”

“I’m never going to see….” her words get cut short with another smack on her ass.

“Finish the sentence,” I order.

“I’m never going to see Bruno again.” The part about Bruno is merely affirming. Carrie is never going to see Bruno ever again, I am going to make sure of that. It is a done deal, all that is left is for me to implement it.

“You’re mine now, every inch of you.”

“Every inch of me… I’m all yours,” she says amidst sobs of ecstasy.

I stroke her hair lightly. “Good Girl.”

4

Carrie

It’s been five days since I found myself in this strange place and four days since things got heated between Carlo and me. I stand in front of the wide mirror and check my side where the bullet had grazed me. The wound is starting to heal, and all I feel is a slight pain when I touch it.

I shiver as memories of the metal piercing my skin rush through me, becoming unconscious was more of the shock and the sight of blood than the bullet wound.

I recall falling on the floor, inhaling dust, and feeling the sharp stones bruise my skin. My parents were relieved to find out I'm fine in Italy. I left out the part about getting shot, which would have had them flying into town without hesitation. Giving them a reason to come will defeat my purpose of coming here.

I needed to be free from their grip, experience a new environment, and give my obnoxious stalker nothing to trace.

Another reason I'm here is that I'm trying to trace my lineage. I succeeded in getting a tourist visa and took a one-way flight out of the U.S. with the last of my savings. Life was terrible in the U.S., I was prepared to leave at all costs even if it killed me. At the end of the day, coming here almost got me killed. Still, it would be a better fate than what I experienced back home, that's just how desperate I have become.

Carlo's job barely gives me anything to do, I have a feeling he gave me the strange offer just to keep me on a large payroll, keep me under his roof and around him. I still wonder why he cares so much, whatever it is he feels about me seems too good to be true.

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