Stalk Her

The drumming of my heart roars in my ears as I try to focus on the sounds around me.

His breathing is rapid and close.

“I’m scared, please,” I cry and then scream when arms wrap around my waist, throwing me onto the bed.

Hands maul me, ripping my clothes from my body.

I fight back, slapping at him until he nuzzles my neck, and I fucking melt like ice over fire.

Groaning, I open my legs for him to slip between.

I feel for the night vision set on his head and yank it off.

“Lights,” he shouts, and his bedroom glows with a subtle yellow radiance.

His apartment is insane.

Everything is voice controlled and pristine.

My house must look like a cardboard box on the side of the street to him.

“Fuck me, please,” I plead, giving him all the things he likes.

Flipping me over, he bites down on my shoulder so hard he draws blood.

His cock rocks between my bare ass cheeks while his hands wrap around my body to tease my nipples.

I’ve been fucked before but nothing like Erik’s version of fucking.

And it’s addictive.

Slapping a palm on my thigh he growls, “Open.”

My legs part on command.

Air leaves my lungs when he enters me rough and hard.

One hand holds his weight up so he doesn’t crush me while the other snakes around my throat, forcing my head up to look back at him over my shoulder.

It’s almost too much, the pressure threatening to rob me of consciousness, but it’s that edge that makes us both insane for the thrill.

He hammers into me punishingly, and I push back onto him, willing him to give me more.

Give me it all. Every. Fucking. Thing.

Sweat coats our skin as we grind into each other, searching for more.

His thumb demands entry into my mouth, and I bite down on him, bucking my hips back, relishing the thrill of the skin on skin slapping.

My body coils up, the sensations I’ve grown to crave pooling in my lower stomach and sprouting out, touching every nerve and setting me alight with pleasure.

I milk him for his own release, moaning when I feel him pull free from my pussy, his come pumping over my ass and back.

“You look so pretty in white,” he grunts, collapsing next to me.

“My turn,” I growl, mounting him and grinning when he thickens again almost straight away.

Stamina is not something he’s lacking, and soon enough, he’s rocking his hips up to meet the down grind of mine.

I ride him with deep strokes, circling my hips to drive him insane.

Heavy palms squeeze and tease my tits as I turn up the tempo, grinding myself down on him while slipping fingers between my folds to caress my clit. My orgasm is so close.

I chase it and succumb to the bliss, falling over the edge, taking him with me.

Twenty-Five

Chapter

ERIK

Alice is sated and sweaty next to me.

She’s enticing even after just fucking the energy from her.

Her phone chirps for the hundredth damn time, and she growls, snatching it up.

“It’s Asher. My mother needs things,” she informs me before closing her eyes.

I sigh when I think she’s going to ignore him like she has everything else these last three weeks.

But she’s jumping up and throwing her clothes on.

“Where the fuck are you going?” I growl, taking her down and shredding her clothes from her body as she tries to put them on.

“Erik, I have to go. You know until she’s dead I’m going to be tethered to her.”

There it is again. The hint. She keeps throwing them out there. She really wants this.

I’m going to end your suffering, my little bird.

Waiting for Alice’s bedroom light to switch off and the street to fall silent, I watch, biding my time.

I dropped her off at home three hours ago but couldn’t bear to drive away.

I read the text from Maggie I received earlier and sigh, exhausted that she doesn’t take a fucking hint.

You haven’t been answering my calls, Erik. I know you need time, and I’ll give you that, but at some point you’re going to have to see me. I’m your fiancée!

Ignoring her, I slip the phone away.

Her giving me space has been perfect because frankly, I forgot she even existed.

I’ve been too consumed with Alice.

A frosty mist creeps in through the trees casting the street in an eerie fog.

Cold chills coat my skin as I step out of the car and take a slow walk up to her house, pulling the hooded sweatshirt up to disguise myself in case anyone were to look out their window.

Grass crunches under my boots, the frost taking form within its blades as I prowl across the yard.

Lifting the pot they keep by the back door, I use the key they hide beneath it to let myself in.

The TV flickers with a music channel playing softly. The shadow of Alice’s stepbrother, asleep in a chair, allows me to see where to avoid.