Page 13 of Stalked By the Intern

I tiptoe across the room, careful not to make a sound as I approach her bed. She is so unaware, so trusting. I grin to myself, feeling a rush of power surge through me.

My hand brushes against her soft cheek before I touch her lips, my thumb grazing over her plump bottom lip. She whimpers softly beneath my touch, and I curse myself for not being ready for that. Gently, I reposition myself behind her head and slide my other hand over her mouth, muffling any potential screams.

Her heart races beneath my palm, and I can feel her quickened breath against my skin. I lean in closer, inhaling the warmth of her neck as I press my body against her back. Her breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath, and I fight the urge to grab them both in my hands. Instead, I trail a finger down her spine, tracing the delicate bones of her back until I reach the small of her back. I tug at the thin fabric of her tank top, pulling it up enough to expose her skin to the cool air.

She is so damn perfect.

I fumble for the box of tissues on her nightstand, my eyes never leaving hers as I pray she doesn't wake up. Finally, I find it and return my hand to her mouth, securing the cloth tightly around her head. She struggles softly against me, and I try to keep my own heart from pounding out of my chest. I pull out a roll of duct tape from my pocket, tearing off a length before pressing it over her mouth securely.

I step back, watching as she thrashes beneath the covers, unable to speak or scream. My chest heaves up and down, my cock hardening painfully in my pants. I slowly undo the button on her shorts and slide them down her legs, then bite my lip, fighting against the urge to take her right here.

This is for my eyes only.

I glance around the room, making sure it's safe, then disappear into the bathroom with her clothes, locking the door behind me.

***

Willow

The car ride is silent, the anticipation building inside me. A key turns in the lock, and I hear a door close behind me.

Panic sets in as he locks the door. I try to scream, but nothing comes out. I kick and struggle, but he grabs my wrists effortlessly.

He jerks the blindfold from my face, and I gasp, "Andy!"

Tears stream down his bruised and battered face as he kneels in front of me, pouring out his heart. His voice is ragged and he confesses to everything—the stalking, the gifts. It was all him, but none of it was meant to frighten me. He did it allforme.

He holds out a trembling hand, revealing an engagement ring that's been twisted and mangled from his desperate grip. "I love you," he whispers, eyes pleading for forgiveness. "Please see that I would do anything for you."

Tears stream down his face. I feel his heartbeat against my chest, rapid and unsteady.

My fear begins to subside, replaced by a strange curiosity about Andy's intentions. I study him, searching for any signs of sincerity or remorse. His eyes hold mine captive. His lips crash against mine hungrily, demanding something I don't quite understand. I kiss back, needing more.

He tears off my clothes, his mouth trailing down my neck, leaving love bites that sting. I arch into his touch, moaning softly. He pushes me onto the bed, his rough hands exploring every inch of my body. I've never been kissed like this before, so passionately, so desperately. It feels...addictive.

My mind whirls, unable to process the conflicting emotions.

He trails kisses down my spine, landing soft ones on my shoulder blades before nipping gently at the tender flesh. I moan softly, lost to the sensations

He starts to explore my body slowly, tracing his fingers over every inch of my skin, and then he moves lower, cupping my breasts in his hands and rolling my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

He runs his hand down my stomach, stopping at my panties. My breath catches, and then with one swift motion, they're gone. His fingers dip inside, finding my wetness.

I'm in a daze as he spreads my legs further apart, his fingers sliding deeper inside me.

And then he bends down and takes one of my breasts into his mouth, sucking gently as he continues to finger me.

Holy fuck!

I gasps softly and arch my back, my hips bucking into his touch. He slips two fingers inside me, pumping in and out, and something comes over me. I whimper, grinding my hips down onto his hand, searching for something, though I don't know what.

"Andy," I moan, my eyes fluttering open.

He groans when I say his name, and then he slides inside me, filling me completely. I gasp at the unexpected pain, but his rhythm is gentle, slow. The cabin echoes with our heavy breathing and the creaking of the bed. I cling to him tightly, our hearts beating as one.

I lose myself in the pure lust that overwhelms me, feeling something I've never felt before. Is this what love feels like? I can't tell, but I don't want it to end. As our bodies move together, I wonder if I'll ever escape this cabin...or if I even want to.

The scent of sweat and desire hangs in the air like a fog. Our skin glistens with perspiration under the dim light. Andy growls low in his throat, taking my breath away. I cry out his name, no longer caring that he stalked me, that he kidnapped me.

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