Page 82 of Creep

“I—” I hesitated. Would bringing up Mael bring danger to him somehow? Even if Mael looked like he could handle himself, my stalker was something else entirely. I didn’t need to know much about him to know he was dangerous and capable of so much more than I could imagine. Even the way he handled that man who followed me home… I didn’t know what happened to the man, and something told me I didn’t want to know.

“Yes?”

“We need to stop,” I said, feeling him move in closer to me. He pressed the tip of his nose against the side of my cheek, moving down until his lips were pressed up against my skin.

The move was oddly intimate… especially for two strangers, even if he didn’t think of me as such. Intimate andfamiliar.

Why did it feel so familiar when he touched me?

”Stalker?”

“Yes, baby?”

My heart pounded in my chest.

What was going on?

I shook my head.

“We need to stop this.”

“Why?” he asked, his voice gruff. “Tell me, Lia. Give me a good reason why we should stop before all my self-control is gone.”

Fuck, was he really putting me on a timer?

Why did we need to stop this? I couldn’t think of a reason. Why was I feeling this way with the man, considering all that he had done to me, all that he had put me through?

“Time’s up,” he said darkly, his hot breath fanning over my skin.

He kissed me before I could say anything.

He kissed me roughly. Punishingly. As if I had done something wrong for messing with his self-control, and I was now paying for my sins. His tongue pushed in between my lips without asking for permission, and I gasped when I felt it pressed up against mine.

I placed my hands on his chest, trying to push him away, but he was like an immovable wall. He gathered my wrists in one hand, holding them high above my head as he pushed me down on the bed, his body following mine.

I twisted my wrists, trying to get out of his grasp when I felt his body weight, but I wasn’t sure what it was that I wanted to do. Did I want to push him away or beg him to kiss me harder?

I hadneverbeen kissed like this before.

“Fuck you,” I said when I managed to escape his lips.

His laugh was mean as he pressed his lips against mine once more, brutally assaulting all of my good senses and my sanity.

He let go of my wrists, his hands exploring down my body. I regretted my choice of putting on my pajamas before he’d gotten here. The clothes were thin and offered no protection. I closed my eyes when I felt his hands on my breasts, fondling with the globes as he continued to kiss me like he thought the world was ending.

“Please,” I gasped out when he plucked at my nipples through my shirt. He moved my legs apart and crawled in between them, pushing his hips down until I could feel his hard erection pressed up against me.

I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin.

I was weak, and he wasn’t.

He could do anything to me, and I was powerless to stop it. I was powerless to stop this now, so whatever happened next, was I a victim or an accomplice?

I didn’t know. He pressed down against me once more, and I felt a spasm of pleasure move through me.

I let out a small cry.

I could come like this, I thought.

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