Page 12 of Carnival Stalker

I stare at my phone screen, that unknown number glaring back at me. A wave of unease washes over me as I open the text.

I saw the way you were looking at me, sweetheart.

I read the words over and over. It’s him. How did he get my number? A wave of nausea washes over me as another message pings through.

Don’t bother trying to run or hide. We both know you’re mine now. The way you came so beautifully on my tongue at Pulse proved it.

I squeeze my eyes shut, fightingback the memories that try to resurface. The feeling of being held by him while he devoured me. The sinful pleasure that rocked through my body.

“Tilly, what is it?” Amy asks, snapping my attention back to her.

“Oh, nothing, just my coding lab partner asking for notes,” I lie, sipping my coffee.

Amy’s brow furrows. “So, this guy? What happened?”

I shake my head. “Nothing, we just danced for a bit, that’s all. Nothing to tell, really,” I lie.

My phone buzzes in my lap again, and I look down.

You came so hard for me, didn’t you, baby? I could feel how wet you were, how much you loved my tongue on you.

Arousal stirs low in my belly, my cheeks burning with shame. How can this stranger’s words affect me this way? I’m disgusting. Broken.

Bet you’re dripping for me right now just thinking about it. Don’t worry, I’ll be giving you what you need soon enough.

I release a shaky breath, glancing across the table at Amy, who is watching me.

“Everything okay?” Amy asks. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Tills.”

If only she knew the thoughts swirling in my mind right now. The dark fantasies this stranger has awoken. I quickly smile, shoving my phone back into my pocket. “Y-Yeah, I’m good! Just got a big project to plan, no biggie.”

She arches an eyebrow but doesn’t push further. I tune back into her ramblings, trying to focus on anything other than the heat pulsing between my thighs.

Another buzz from my pocket makes me jump. I discreetly glance at the new message, my face flushing.

I can’t wait to bury my cock deep inside you. To make you scream and beg for more as I pound you into the mattress. You’re going to take every thick inch of me like the desperate little slut you are.

Oh god. I squeeze my thighs together as a fresh gush of arousal dampens my panties. This is so wrong, so messed up. But the vivid images his words conjure make me ache with need.

I take another sip of my coffee, trying to keep my expression neutral as another text comes through.

You know you want this as badly as I do. Your cunt is practically throbbing at the thought of me claiming you.

A whimper escapes my lips before I can stop it. Amy breaks off mid-sentence, giving me a strange look.

“Tilly? You’re acting weird. What’s going on?”

“N-Nothing!” I stammer, my face flaming hot. “Just a, uh, cramp. You know how it is.”

She gives me a sympathetic look. “Oh shit yeah, that explains why you’re off. Do you want an aspirin?” She digs into her purse.

I shake my head. “Already took one, don’t worry aboutit.” My gaze drifts back to my phone screen when another text filters in, making my heart pound.

I’m going to ruin you for any other man. Make you my little fucktoy to use however I please. You’re mine, baby.

The darkness, the raw possession in his words—it terrifies me. Even so, I can’t deny the twisted craving building inside me. Despite how fucked up it is that this guy is invading my privacy and stalking me, I want him.

Trembling, I stuff my phone back in my pocket, my thighs clenched.

---