Page 13 of Stalked By the Executive

Ever since that first day I took her, I can't get enough. It will never be enough. My hands itch with the need to possess, to claim what is mine.

I glance at the velvet box resting on the table, a symbol of my devotion.

And my obsession.

The necklace is a promise. A promise that she will be mine, in body and soul, forever. It doesn't matter that she's given her body to me. It's not enough. I need confirmation that she'smine. I'm almost sick with the fear that she could change her mind, that she could leave me.

Forever. The word echoes through my mind, a dark promise of eternal possession.

My gaze drifts to the door, willing it to open.

Needing her to walk through, to see what I have done.

Forher.

Always for her.

The candles cast a golden glow over the room, but it is her radiance that I crave. Her light, her warmth, her life.

I want to drown in her, to lose myself completely.

She is my drug, my addiction, myeverything.

Without her, I am nothing.

The door creaks open, and she steps inside, her eyes widening as she takes in the scene before her.

My heart leaps at the sight of her, at the vision of loveliness in the doorway.

“Charlotte,” I breathe, the name like a prayer on my lips.

She is beauty personified, my angel, my—

“Marcus, what is all this?” Her voice is a caress, melting my restraint.

I rise and stride toward her, unable to stop myself from reaching out to grasp her hands.

They are soft and warm in my grip, fragile and breakable.

But she is not fragile, my Charlotte. She is strength, she is fire—she ismine.

“This is for you,” I whisper, raising her hands to my lips. “Everything I do, I do for you.”

Her eyes meet mine, blue flames flickering with unease. But there is desire there too, a hunger to match my own.

She wants this as much as I do.

She was made for me, created to complete the dark half of my soul.

Tonight she will accept that truth, and give herself to me.

Wholly, willingly, eternally.

I guide Charlotte to her seat, pulling out her chair for her with a flourish.

She sits, and I lean down to brush my lips against the soft skin of her neck.

Her pulse flutters wildly against my mouth, testament to her arousal.

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