Page 17 of Claimed By My Stalker

"Not a nightmare, a feeling. It's that feeling I get when I think I'm being watched. Leaving the States was supposed to be a fresh start but I've felt this way for a long time. I know you probably think I'm crazy and it's all in my head but it's real."

“I believe you.”

“Carlo?” she whispers. “Do you think it’s possible I was followed from America? Even after the shootout, perhaps I was traced here?”

“No way, this is the safest place you’ll find yourself in this town.”

“But….”

“You’re safe with me, anyone that tries to get to you will have to go through me.”

Her tense muscles relax and she heaves a heavy sigh. I position her comfortably on the bed, grip her shoulders and give them a light squeeze, I begin to massage and knead them. I feel her tense muscles relax, she gives a deep satisfactory sigh and arches her neck to the side.

“That feels great,” she murmurs.

“You know what else would feel great?” I whisper in her ears.

She flinches at the sound of my voice in her ears and giggles. “What?”

“Me snuggled deep inside you.”

Through the low light, I see her complexion flush and goosebumps spread all over her body.

“I haven’t seen you in two days,” she observes. There’s a tone of disappointment in her voice.

"Work called, it's been a hectic week," I explain. How can I let her know that I spent the past few days investigating Jake's death, killing Enzo who I found to be behind his death, and killing Bruno who happened to be the mastermind behind it all. I apply more pressure on her shoulder hoping she won’t probe me any further about the last two days.

“Follow me.”

I lead her across the hall to the topmost floor of the building. My room is in the left wing, but the right wing is a place even several of my men have never been to before. I unlock a dark stuffy room and turn on the lights. Carrie stops in her tracks, a look of total shock on her face.

“What is this?”

“This is where I torture people when I have to,” I explain.

“When you have to?” She looks at me fearfully.

“As much as I try not to be this person, there are times I have to choose between these methods and getting myself killed. Three people have died in the past few days Carrie, and I was responsible for two of those deaths. I had a choice but I’d be risking my life if I didn’t make those decisions.” I find a spot on a torture bench and sit on it. “I know you think I’m a monster…”

Carrie sits right next to me and draws me in for a hug. “I’ve never thought of you as a monster, you’re still my angel, the angel I saw looking out for me when I woke up from what I thought was my death.”

I try not to laugh at her words, I return her embrace, weighing her down till her back touches the bench. I’ve lived a lonely life watching my friends turn to foes, having to choose between their lives and mine. Carrie is my hope for the future, with her in my life, it doesn’t look so lonely and bleak anymore.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking Carlo?”

“And what would that be?” I ask.

“Why don’t you get yourself smuggled deep inside me? Right here?” she says with a sly wink.

I like the idea, even though I'm a bit worried that it's coming from her. What is it about a torture chamber that makes her want to have sex in it?

“Are you sure about this Carrie?”

"Yes," she purrs.

“How about we take this a notch further then?” I bind her hands together with my belt and hook it up against the head of the torture bench.

“This may hurt a little, but I promise I’ll try to be gentle,” I whisper. “If you can’t take it, you know what to do.”

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