Page 14 of Stalked

And now he had him here. Warm, alive, real.

There was no going back from this.

Mason had known it was wrong, had felt the weight of it dragging behind him like chains. But instead of stopping, instead of doing the right thing, he had thrown himself into it, let it consume him.

If this was wrong, he was going to enjoy it as much as he could.

Toby's breath hitched. His body went stiff against Mason's, a full-body freeze that would have been amusing if it weren't so fucking delicious. His wide eyes locked onto Mason's, shock and something dangerously close to panic flickering in their depths. "You—" Toby's voice cracked. "How—"

"I make it my business to know things," Mason said, his hand still firmly wrapped around Toby's waist.Especially when they belong to me.

The color drained from Toby's face, then rushed back in a furious tide. His lips twisted, teeth bared in what might have been a smile if it weren't so bitter. "So what is this? Blackmail? You want me to stop complaining about Caleb, or you'll show everyone?" Toby's voice hardened, his body trying to pull away, but Mason held tight. "Poor little scholarship boy spreads his legs online, is that it?"

The accusation made Mason's jaw clench. "Is that what you think of me?"

"What should I think?" Toby shot back, defiance flashing in his eyes despite the vulnerability radiating from him. His voice quavered just a little. "What did you do, get off on it? Pathetic old pervert jerking it to college boys?"

Mason smiled, slow and dangerous. "Yes," he said simply.

That single admission knocked the breath from Toby's lungs. His eyes widened, confusion replacing anger. "What?"

"Yes, I got off to your videos. Every. Single. One." Mason leaned closer, letting his weight pin Toby more firmly. "I came so hard I saw stars the first time I watched you finger yourself open, begging for someone to fill you properly."

Toby's face flushed crimson, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts.

"I especially liked the one where you whispered how desperately you wanted to be held down," Mason continued, his voice a dark growl. "How you wanted someone bigger, stronger to make the decisions for you. Just for a little while."

"Stop," Toby whispered, but there was no force behind it.

"Why? You wanted to be seen. That's why you posted them, isn't it?" Mason slid a hand up to cup Toby's jaw. "And I saw you. All of you."

Toby's cheeks burned, torn between humiliation and something else—something delicate.

"You have no idea how many times I imagined finding you," Mason continued, his thumb tracing Toby's lower lip. "Claiming what you were offering to anyone who would take it. Making it mine alone."

"I wasn't—" Toby started, but Mason pressed his thumb gently against his lips, silencing him.

"You were," Mason said, his voice dropping to a growl. "And now I'm here to answer every plea you whispered into the dark. Every fantasy you thought no one would fulfill."

He leaned in until his lips brushed the shell of Toby's ear. "I'm going to take care of you in ways you haven't even imagined yet."

Toby shook his head, chest rising and falling in uneven pants. “You’re insane.”

Mason chuckled. “And you’re lying.”

Toby should be fighting harder. He should be struggling, twisting, swearing. But instead, his breath was uneven, his pulse hammering beneath Mason’s fingers.

“What do you want, Toby?” Mason murmured, pressing his lips just below Toby’s ear. His hands traced slow, possessive paths over Toby’s body, relearning what he had only ever seen on a screen.

Toby made a strangled sound, caught between defiance and something softer, something dangerous. Mason could feel the sharp inhale, the hesitation, the battle happening behind those bright blue eyes. His body betrayed him in all the ways Mason had hoped for.

"You act like you don’t want this," Mason murmured. "But I already know the truth."

Toby swallowed hard, but still—he didn’t struggle. He waited, his pulse hammering.

Mason smiled against his throat. "I know you want to be held," he whispered, one arm tightening around Toby's waist. "Not too tight. Just enough to feel... captured."

Toby's breathing hitched. Mason felt the tiny tremor that ran through him, the way his back arched almost imperceptibly into Mason's chest. "Is that in your research notes?" Toby managed, but the bite in his words was softened by the way his head tilted slightly, exposing more of his neck. "Your predator handbook?"

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