Page 8 of Stalker Santa

His encouragement must be what does it because I shatter beneath him, my entire body quaking as I let out a keening sound I didn't even know I was capable of making.

“Oh fuck!” he roars as he reaches his own climax. I feel him swelling inside me, getting impossibly bigger and harder until he’s pulsing into me in hot jets. Just like he said, he's staining me with his essence, and I feel like I'll never be the same again.

He wraps his arms around my back and pulls me flush against him as he drops kisses all over my face while he continues to push warm spurts inside me as he whispers againstmy cheeks in between kisses, “You’re mine now, sweet baby. I'm never going to let you go.”

Maybe words like that should scare me, but I feel the same way. I don't ever want him to let me go.

I want to be his.

Six

Zoe

I wake up slowly,smiling when I feel the heavy weight of Alex's arm draped across me. I nuzzle my head deeper into his chest, inhaling a deep breath of his spicy masculine scent before I let out a contented sigh.

“Good morning, princess,” his deep voice rumbles against me.

“Good morning.” I smile as my heart does a little flip inside my chest. He looks so sexy in that easy way that men do when they first wake up in the morning. My hair is probably a tangled mess, but he doesn't seem to mind if the way he murmurs “so beautiful” before he kisses me is any indication

I hear my phone buzzing from my pants that are still laying on the floor after he pulled them off me, and I suddenly remember that I didn't tell Gia I wouldn't be coming home last night.

I give Alex an apologetic smile and pull away from him. “I need to let my roommate know I'm okay.”

“Of course,” he says, his eyes never leaving me. My cheeks blush because despite what we did last night, I'm still shy about being naked in front of him. He grins at me as if he can read my mind before he slips out of bed, obviously completely okay with his own nudity as he struts over to the bathroom, giving me a bit of privacy.

I hurry to jump out of the bed to grab my phone. I sit there on my knees on the floor and type out a quick text to Gia to let her know I'm okay.

As I'm getting ready to pop back up and scramble into the bed before he comes back out, my eyes catch on something under the bed.

It’s a box no bigger than a shoebox, but what catches my attention is there seems to be a picture of a girl on the lid of it.

I glance up at the bathroom door and bite my lip. I'm usually not one to snoop through other people's things, but my curiosity gets the best of me, and I slide the box out from underneath the bed, gasping when I see that it'smyface on the top of the box.

My eyebrows furrow as I realize this picture was taken a year ago when Gia and I first moved into our dorm together.

A shiver goes up my spine when I realize that I never posted this picture on any of my social media pages. This is a private photo that only I have a copy to since Gia took it on my phone and I never posted it or shared it with anyone.

It's just a picture of me standing in our empty dorm room and smiling. It was just something that we took to document our first day at college.

How does Alex have this? I didn't even know him then. I just met him yesterday.

Suddenly all of his odd statements from last night come flooding back to me.I've loved you since the moment I first saw you. Can't believe you're finally mine.

Oh my god. I raise a shaking hand up to my mouth as I open the lid of the box. My heart is beating so hard I can hear my heartbeat in my ears.

There are countless items in the box, things that I thought I'd lost over the last year. A hair tie. One of my old hairbrushes. Little notes with my handwriting on them.A pair of panties.

Tears sting the back of my eyes when I realize just what this means.

I might have just met Alex yesterday, but he's known me for far longer.

Judging by this picture, he’s been stalking me for at least a year.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I hear a bathroom door click open, and when I look up, Alex is standing before me in all his naked glory with a hesitant look on his face.

“How long have you been stalking me?” My voice is shaky with emotion.

My heart twists when he doesn't even deny it. Instead, he confesses softly, “For over a year.”

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