Page 78 of My Turn

“Erebus,” she hissed.

I stayed where I was. She stepped further out, scanning the trees. When she turned around and looked up, she put a hand on her chest with a curse.

“What are you doing?” she demanded.

I hung my arms over my knees. “What areyoudoing, Alana?”

“Come down.”

“You’re not going to like what happens if I do that.”

Pursing her lips, she looked to the side. I scooted to the edge, then dropped down in front of her. Instinctively, she took a step back. I grabbed her biceps and pushed her further until she was pressed against the railing. She leaned away, giving me a view ofthe pulse point in her neck. I could see how fast her heart was racing.

“I told you to stay away from the teacher,” I reminded her. “Do you think I say things idly because I like to hear my own voice?”

“It’s Thanksgiving. I gave him a pie, that’s all.”

“Into baking now?”

“I bought one, but he doesn’t have to know that. It’s been hard since his wife died.”

“I’m sure it has. That isn’t your problem, though.”

“Right. I don’t know why I expected a stalker to have a heart.”

With a growl, I spun her around and bent her over the railing. She gripped it tightly to keep herself steady. I reached around to unbutton her pants and within seconds I had them pushed down to her ankles.

“Stop,” she cried. Her knees were shaking, either from cold or fear. It didn’t matter.

“Isn’t this what you want? Someone to care about you, to fuck you and make you feel special.”

“No.”

“You went on those dates,” I pointed out. “You looked for something you’ll never find in any of these men, but it’s right in front of you.”

“What’s that? Delusion?”

With a dark chuckle, I pulled out my cock and stroked it. “Maybe. I’ve been living within delusion my whole life, but not anymore.” Positioning my lips at her ear, I cupped her pussy and used my middle finger to circle her clit. “You want me as much as I want you and I’d like you to admit it.”

She shook her head frantically. I moved back enough to position my cock at her entrance. She tensed and tried to close her legs.

“Admit it and I’ll let you cum.”

“Stop, please. I’m…”

“Use your words, Alana.”

“I’m on my period,” she admitted sheepishly.

“Hm.”

I already knew that, of course. I was in her apartment almost every night, except for recently, but I kept track on my phone. Many things were easier if you were aware of the state of a woman’s body at all times. When she was with Jake, it allowed me to make sure no mistakes were made. If she accidentally got pregnant with his baby, it would make things infinitely more difficult for me. Every time she was late by more than a few days, I’d slip her one of the misoprostol Ben got for me. Better safe than sorry.

Pulling out the blindfold I’d stuffed in my hoodie pocket for this visit, I situated it over her eyes, ignoring her protests. When I dropped to my knees and pulled her legs apart, she continued to fight me.

“Do you think I’m scared of some blood from your pussy?”

“Please, it’s gross.”

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