Page 19 of Stranger Session

His other hand rises to my mouth and covers it, reducing my screams to muffled whimpers. I try to become dead weight so I can get out of his hold, but the fence snags on my shirt and keeps me in place.

“Just let it happen,” he groans as he grinds against me.

Fear strangles the breath from my lungs. While I set up a similar scenario with the stranger from the chatroom, there was safety in what we’d planned. There was an out. IfI ever felt uncomfortable or truly unsafe, I could have stopped everything with a single word.

Now? Now I’m trapped.

There’s no trust involved in this interaction. The man in front of me cripples my entire body with panic. Instead of being simultaneously terrified and turned on, I’m only terrified. This isn’t sexy. This isn’t fun.

And there’s nothing I can do to stop him.

Chapter Fourteen

Del

Ipress the button and set off my car alarm. I’m fully prepared to run over and beat the living shit out of him if this doesn’t work, but he says something to her and scurries away like the vermin he is. She rushes into the building.

I was watching her until he came, and then I was watching him. I don’t trust his perverted ass. When I heard her raise her voice, I knew I had to do something to get him away from her, even if it meant giving myself away. I love stalking her, but I’ll give it up to protect her.

I cut off the alarm, twist the keys in the ignition, and pull away from the coffee shop. She’s safe inside, and I don’t want anyone to see me. This girl has terrible luck. She has two stalkers, for Christ’s sake. But at least one of her stalkers is benevolent. I genuinely care about her well-being, and I don’t want to hurt her. I just want to be near her.

And inside her.

The other guy has ill intentions, and I’ll help her take care of him in any way I can. I’ll protect her.

I park around the corner so I can ensure she gets home safely when she leaves at nine. The shop closes at seven, but she usually stays behind to clean up. I know her schedule better than my own these days.

My phone chimes.

Whorista:Are you on?

My eyes narrow on the chat. She shouldn’t be doing this at work. Usually she messages me once she’s home, when I can pull up her webcam and come with her. That fucking asshole must have her terrified.

ItsVenti:Yeah, I am now. What’s up?

Whorista:I need a thing.

ItsVenti:What kind of thing?

Whorista:Something happened just now with my stalker.

Oh god. I hope I wasn’t too late.

ItsVenti:Are you okay?

Whorista:I’m scared. And not in the way I like. I like how you scare me.

The bubbles pop up and down at the bottom of the screen for far too long. She’s indecisive about what she wants to say, but she doesn’t need to be. I know what she wants, and I’m more than happy to provide it.

Finally, she musters the courage.

Whorista:I need the fear fucked out of me.

ItsVenti:Where are you?

I ask this question, but I know exactly where she is. I always know where she is these days.

Whorista:The coffee shop on the strip, with the big cappuccino painting in the window. We’re closing soon, but I’m last on shift tonight.

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