Page 77 of Sweet Strings

“Fine,” Kieran grumbles, glaring at me with lust filling his eyes.

“See you later, Pretty Girl! I’ll think of you as I’m stroking my cock in the shower and cum with your name on my lips.”

I shudder at the imagery, eliciting a grin from Rad.

As soon as they’re walking away, I shut my window and curtains with a sense of pride puffing out my chest.

They can look all they want. But I won’t let them touch me until they’ve proven themselves more.

I grin more when my phone buzzes. Swiping it off my end table, I swipe it open and fucking freeze.

Unknown number

I heard what you did.

You’re more beautiful than I remember. Next time you’ll cum with my name on your lips—Not theirs.

You’re MINE, goddamn it!!

It’s about time you realized it.

My breaths heave when I forward the messages to Olivia and Carter, who get back to me right away.

Olivia

I’m on it, babe. Don’t worry.

Carter

Get the fuck over here…

Nothing says getthe fuck out of your house faster than a text letting you know your stalker heard every single fucking thing you did in your bedroom.

Everything.

The moans. The buzzing. My fucking pleasure.

He stole it from me by listening through my own camera system. The very same security that’s in place to keep me safe.

Fuck.

I heave a shuddering sigh, staring up at the white ceiling above me. One that isn’t my own. After getting that bullshit text, I threw on some pants and scurried to my brothers’ house with fear running rampant through my damn veins. I didn’t even grab a fucking bra in my panic. Let alone underwear.

My first thought was seeking sanctuary with Carter. He’s Veritas, after all.

I didn’t have time for anything. My mind went into overdrive, shoving me out the door before I had time to process what the hell happened. He heard me. He listened in on my most intimate moment. It was different when the boys watched me through the window. I wanted them to see what they had missed out on. But this stalker? He can fuck right off.

My privacy is officially blown. According to Carter, who collected my messy ass at the front door last night, he’s escalated everything in terms of my safety.

“I’ll fucking figure this out. Understand? Don’t you fucking fret over this shit. That’s what me and Liv are for. Now, go the fuck to bed and stop freaking out. I’m going to tap into your camera and track down every goddamn IP address attached to your files. I’ll track that bitch. He can’t hide from me.”

I swallow hard when my phone buzzes on the nightstand next to me. Flashes of the messages my stalker sent me race through my mind.

Is it him again? Is he somehow watching my every move?

My eyes dart around the room. No. There are no cameras in here. I’m secure. This entire mansion is behind a thick fence and beefed-up security. After their scare with the crazy cult years ago, they’ve never let their guard down. It’s half the reason Carter went into Veritas.

Fuck. My stomach somersaults, and my adrenaline spikes. It’s not him…

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