Page 19 of Stalking Ginevra

“Open your mouth,” I growl.

Her eyes widen, but she obeys.

I guide my cock towards her open mouth, teasing her lips with the tip. “Wider.”

She complies, her jaws parting to accommodate my girth. The sight is intoxicating, her submission infusing my spirit with power.

With a grunt, I thrust into her mouth, feeling the wet heat envelop my shaft. Her tongue moves tentatively at first, then more boldly as I begin to fuck her mouth with increasing intensity. Her eyes water, but she keeps them locked on mine, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“That’s it, little Ginny,” I say, my voice strained. “Take it all.”

Pressure builds, the tension coiling tight in my core. I pull back, withdrawing from her lips, leaving her gasping for air.

“Keep that fucking mouth open.” I stroke my cock faster, the slickness from her tongue and pussy making my hand glide over my shaft like butter.

“Good girl. You’re going to take every drop,” I say, my voice rough with the urge to release.

She stares up at me through wide eyes, her fingers flying over her clit. The pressure behind my balls becomes unbearable, every muscle tightening as I hover on the edge. With a final, guttural moan, I switch the angle of my cock, shooting out powerful jets of cum.

It splatters across her eyes, her cheeks, and her nose. As she screams, I shoot into her parted lips. The rest lands on her breasts, streaking her pale skin with thick, white ropes.

She squeezes her eyes shut and whimpers, looking beautiful with my release dripping down her face. I step back, panting at the sight of Ginevra—utterly debased and covered in my seed.

Her body shakes with silent sobs, tears mixing with the cum on her cheeks. “Please, leave.”

“Look at you,“ I say, my voice breathy with satisfaction. “My filthy, obedient slut.”

I zip up my pants and head to the closet, my steps muffled by the sound of her defeat. Hearing her cry makes my heart soar with a twisted surge of victory. Reaching the door, I pause to spare her one last glance.

She curls into a ball, fragile and trembling—a broken, beautiful mess that’s mine to destroy. My pulse quickens at the thought of what’s to come. I can’t wait to finish her, to watch my beautiful little obsession unravel further under my control.

“Go back to sleep, Ginevra. And be ready for me the next time I call.”

She shudders, her body quaking as if she already knows our next encounter will be worse. Because she’s right.

Despite the hatred, despite her betrayal, I’ll never let her go. She belongs to me now, and I’ll ruin her over and over until there’s nothing left but her submission.

EIGHT

GINEVRA

Hours later, I’m barricaded in the guest room, my skin raw from being scrubbed clean, yet I still can’t erase his touch. I can’t shake the feeling of his dominating presence. I’ve locked every door and window, but I don’t think that will deter my stalker. Nothing will.

Morning sunlight streams in through my closed eyelids, reminding me that I’ve stayed awake the entire night. Every creak, real or imagined, made me think he’d returned for another round.

After his footsteps retreated, I lay on my bed with cum in my eyes, not knowing if he was still watching. I replayed every moment over and over, wondering where the hell I went wrong.

What happened that night was supposed to be a one-off, but it looks like he wants a pound of flesh in exchange for sparing my life.

I should have called the police right away, but I froze. The man is tied to the Montesano family, who may or may not be connected to Dad’s murder. What if he’s the lone gunman who massacred the Capellos? It would make sense, since Dad wasmurdered in his own bed. Calling the cops on him will only get me killed.

Not to mention Mom.

She spent the night at Bossanova’s apartment, and for once, I’m relieved she’s found a boyfriend. That murderous old bastard won’t make a move on Mom until after he’s married her and placed a policy on her life. At least she’s safe with him… for now.

In the meantime, I need to get rid of this sexual terrorist before he escalates.

When the alarm on my phone buzzes, I crack open an eye and force myself out of bed. The stalker is only one of my problems. I need to investigate what Martina heard about Dad. Dad always talked as if he owned the firm outright after Nick Terranova lost his license.

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