And fuck Skull-faced Stalker.
Chapter Seventeen
JAXTON
My hands sweat at my sides and my cock strains against my jeans. Iwanther so fucking bad, butXanderhas the same cock as me—and she’d fucking know it the moment I shoved it in her tight little pussy. Her memories of me are too fresh in her mind. It wouldn’t end well. I’d have to kill her.
But I should do that anyway.
That’s why I started this.
I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror, already changed into a different pair of jeans and my black hoodie. It covers the ink on my arms that I know she’d recognize. I’m going back as Jaxton Marks, the shadow she lets between her legs so goddamn easily.I run my fingers over my facial hair, knowing that the mask will irritate it, but it is what it is…
Ineedto fuck her.
“And maybe finish this,” I say under my breath, my head spinning. I don’t like the way I’m feeling—the way I’m starting to think a lot harder about my uncle’s suggestion of dating someone for real. I don’t need that in my life. I know women are conniving little freaks that I don’t want any part of…
But damn, if Ember doesn’t have me going crazy.
I take a deep breath and throw my backpack over my shoulder before heading out of the twenty-four-seven convenience store and back into the night. It’s nearly four in the morning, and I know I’m risking blowing my cover, especially if I can just…doit.
I can find another Ember.
My stomach reacts strangely to the thought as I hang my backpack on the handles of my motorcycle, which is parked a few blocks away in a much better area. These days, CCTV footage can spot almost anything, and I’ll already be on some footage around the building for dropping her off on the night she was murdered. A shiver of excitement hits me at that, my mind conjuring how much fun it might be to play a role in a police investigation. I bet ole Uncle Marks would besothrilled to be a part of that. I grin to myself as I pull on my skull-faced mask.
Here we go.I punch in the code to the apartment building as per usual, and make my way inside, keeping an eye on the nosy-ass neighbor’s door. She hasn’t caught me again, since I started this escapade, but I don’t want to take any chances—not tonight. I insert the master key I'd copied into the lock of her apartment, and push open the door, careful not to maketoo muchnoise.
I click the door back into place and lock both the knob and the deadbolt before slinking toward the open bedroom door. I don’t know why she always leaves the door open, her body stretchedout in the open beneath the covers for my viewing pleasure. My black gloves feel as though they’re restricting the blood flow to my hands, but I know all the blood is in my fucking dick right now.
Ember’s sigh cuts the silence as I linger in the door.
“Why are you back?” Her brazen way of speaking to me is so different to anything I’ve experienced before.
“Why?” She repeats herself.
I sigh into my mask. “Because you thought you were going to move on with someone else.” I nearly laugh at the irony.
“I thought you quit watching me,” she says, her tone dry. “I figured you’d gotten what you wanted from me.”
“God, the mouth on you,” I growl, irritation stirring in my chest.
Her warm hazel eyes are tainted with desire, and maybe even…hurt?Why the fuck would she be hurt? I glare down at her as I make my way to the bed, and then rip the covers off, tossing them across the room.
“You don’t scare me.”
“I should,” I grab her chin, digging my gloves into the side of her face. If she notices the new addition to my wardrobe, she doesn’t mention it. “You should be pissing yourself with fear the moment I step in the room.”
“Why?” she manages to mutter through gritted teeth. “You leave as soon as you’ve fucked me.”
The fucking nerve of this woman…
Gripping her face, I go for my jeans, nearly tearing the zipper from its teeth as I jerk it down. I free my rigid cock and bring her face to it.
“Open up,” I command, smearing precum across her upper lip.
“I’ll bite it off,” she seethes.
I chuckle. “You know exactly how to turn me on then.”