Page 14 of Stalking My Stalker

I also know what has to happen next.

I have to kill Ali.

An avalanche of emotions rock me to my core, and I sink to my knees. It’s as if I’m carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders, and it’s doing its best to press me down into the earth so deep that I’ll never see another human again. And I would deserve that. There is no punishment great enough to make up for the terrible things I’ve done–for what I’m about to do.

I’ve never been a big religion guy. I guess that goes without saying. But maybe this is God’s cruel way of getting back at me for the cruel and terrible life I’ve led. I tried to put my sins behind me and move on, but maybe this is his way of telling me that no matter what I do, I’ll always be the same twisted, dangerous killer that I’ve always been.

I look up and see Ali’s silhouette through her bedroom window. Automatically, as I’ve done so many times before, I lift my binoculars to my eyes and peer through the slats in her blinds. She’s wearing a big, baggy T-shirt again. Only this time, it comes down past her ass like a short dress. I can’t even tell if she’s wearing panties, but I assume that she’s not.

I’m instantly hard. My mouth waters as I picture her sweet little pussy hiding between her legs. I’m practically drooling like a dog begging for its bone. Ali’s up there, half-naked, prancing around because she knows I’m watching. Because she wants to tease me with the beauty that I pushed away. It’s all part of a bigger scheme to try and get me to take her back into my life.That way she can gather information on me. Try and get me to talk about my past so they can send me to prison.

I only have one option now. Send the Feds a message by taking out their mole. And like I said before, a lion has to hunt, and I’m sure as hell not going to spend the rest of my life on the run, moving from town to town, always wondering if the next girl I meet is just another honey trap.

Not like there could ever be another girl in my life anyway…

Not after Ali.

Even now, as the burn of betrayal ravages me like the sting of a thousand knives, I can’t deny the feelings I have for Ali. Love. I am madly in love with her. It may be twisted, it may be deviant, it may have been born from the darkness of mutual depravity, but it’s still love.

And that makes the fact that I have to kill her so much more painful.

I have to do it now.Nowbefore I lose my nerve.

I don’t even wait until she shuts her light off to go to bed. With my hands shaking and my heart pounding, I rush out of the building and scale her wall like a professional climber working toward a world record. Her window nearly shatters as I shove it open and burst into her room like a hurricane. She whirls to face me, and I catch a glimpse of genuine surprise in her eyes, but it’s too late. I already have my knife out and pressed against her chest, right on the lethal point where her heart is. All it would take is a single thrust and she’ll die instantly.

I’ve done it countless times to countless people.

But right now, as she stares into my eyes, I’m frozen.

“Parker…” Her voice is like a fairy’s. Light and wispy. Angelic and innocent. It pierces straight to my heart, filling me with a fuzzy feeling that floods through my entire body.

“I know it’s you!” I hiss. “I found the sensor!”

Recognition flashes through her eyes.

So I was right. It was her. She’s a Fed. Christ, why couldn’t I have been wrong about her? Couldn’t this all have been one big misunderstanding? If there was any doubt that I have to kill her now, it’s gone.

“Wait,” she stammers. “Yes, I put it there, but–”

“You with the FBI?” I snap.

Her eyes flicker again. Her breath catches as she whimpers, “W-what?”

My God, she truly is an incredible actor. This girl should win an Oscar for this performance. Even now, after she’s admitted to planting the sensor in the vacant house, she’s almost got me convinced that she had nothing to do with it. That she’s innocent.

Her scent invades my nose, tugging me closer to her. I feel her warm breasts against my chest through her T-shirt. Her nipples are hard. I wedge my leg between hers and discover I was right. She isn’t wearing any panties. And she’s wet too. Her arousal begins to soak through the fabric of my pants, causing a surge of blood to my cock. I close my eyes and nearly lose myself in the memories of what it was like to be inside her. To tongue her wet little slit and make her come….

Fuck. I’m losing control.Focus, Parker. Focus. You’re not here to get laid. You’re on a mission. This is a hit.

She’s a Fed. She has to go.

…but what’s the harm in having her one more time before that happens?

I unbuckle my belt and unzip my fly, then reach into my pants and pull out my hard-on. I’m so fucking swollen it’s aching with insatiable hunger. The power this girl has over me is unmatched. It’s actually terrifying. Ali is the kind of woman who inspired some man to come up with the mythical succubus.

She gasps as I enter her, and I don’t even bother to hide my rapturous groan. Fuck yes, there she is. That tight, sweet, littlepussy, gripping my cock like a clenched fist as I begin to thrust. She’s dripping wet. I can feel her slick on the insides of her thighs as I rut deep into her, pounding her back against the wall.

“I’m not a cop–” she tries to say, but I cover her mouth with my hand.

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