Page 15 of Stalking My Stalker

“Don’t lie to me!” I growl, picking up the pace. “It’s not enough that you break my heart? Now you want to lie to me?!”

Her eyes blaze back at me, and for the first time, I see actual fear. She gave me sass when I had my gun aimed at her back at my apartment, and she was calm when my blade was pressed against her throat. But now she’s actually reacting. And I can see it’s not because she’s scared for her life. No, something else is going on.

I’m losing myself in her pussy. The warmth, the wet, the way it already feels like home despite me having only had it twice. The fact that I won’t be able to have it for the rest of my life is a fact I can’t even begin to face right now. At this moment, all I can do is focus on the overwhelming pleasure I get from fucking her.

God, if only she could be mine for good.

If only she was an innocent little girl.

She tries to speak, but my palm muffles her voice. I show her the blade, reminding her of who has the power here. “No excuses,” I tell her. “No lies. I can’t take them, Ali. I just can’t.”

I’m losing it. I let my head fall forward into the nook of her shoulder and nape and do nothing as she wraps her arms around me like a caring mother. Tears spill from my eyes as I pound her like an engine piston working overtime.

“Why did you do this to me?” I moan. “Why?”

This will be the hardest kill of my life.

How will I be able to live with myself after it’s done?

Ali somehow goes off before me. Her sex clamps down on my shaft, and her body trembles against mine, causing me to burst inside her. I rest my teeth against the exposed skin of hershoulder where her shirt is hanging loose.Iam not present as I come. All that’s there is my basic, inner self. Themethat’s in love with Ali and cannot make rational decisions at this moment. It’s only when we both start to come down thatIactually return and realize what I’ve done.

I’m a sick bastard.

I look at my blade, still pressed against her chest.

It’s time. All I have to do is press my hand against the butt of the handle with enough pressure and she’ll be gone. But when I raise my head and see the tenderness and compassion in her eyes, I know I just can’t do it.

“Fuck…”

“We’re sick, aren’t we?” Ali’s question is like a shock to the heart. Something I was not expecting. I frown at her, and she just giggles. “I mean–what kind of girl can come when a man is holding a knife to her chest?”

I’m lost. Like a ship at sea without a compass and no sign of land. I thought I had this all figured out, but the way Ali is reacting now has me questioning everything.

“Yes…” I stutter. “We’re sick. I…”

“You really had me worried there for a second,” she titters. “I thought you might actually be trying to hurt me. But I know you would never do that to me. Would you, Parker?”

My foundation collapses like a Jenga stack. Pieces of me scatter everywhere. I thought I had a handle on the situation. I thought I understood what had to happen. Who Ali was. Now I’m not sure. Even the best actress in the world couldn’t put on this good of a performance.

Is it possible she’s not a mole?

“Why did you put the sensor in the building?” I ask her, my pulse pounding heavily in my ears. To my surprise, she actually smiles.

“I wanted to know when you were down there. When you were watching me.” She shrugs and bites her lower lip. “It was exciting. But you know that, don’t you? You find it exciting to stalk me.”

Oh my God, she’s actually being serious right now. Ali has no idea I was really going to kill her tonight. She just thinks I was playing out our kinky little game–ramping up the intensity or something. Her eyes are glazed with post-orgasmic bliss, and she’s absolutely glowing like a happy drunk.

Although there is a little something beneath it all. A questioning look like she has more she wants to say to me.

Or am I just imagining things?

It wouldn’t be the first time.

“I…I’m wrong for you, Ali.” It’s like an axe being embedded into my chest as I speak the words.

“Oh, really?” she sasses back. “Is this when you tell me I’ll be better off with a nice, normal guy who has never fired a gun and likes boring, missionary sex where I’ll never get off?”

“Stop messing around–”

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