Page 12 of Stalker

“Then you’ll purchase a house when you’re ready.”

We started walking and I noticed he hadn’t bothered putting his coat on. “Only when my bank account agrees.” At least it was a nice night, the crisp air clearing my head.

When we were at the bottom of the steps, I turned to thank him once again, already pulling the keys into my hand.

Everything about spending time with him told me I needed to thank him and go inside, but I felt locked into the moment much like I had with the intensity of his gaze. I tried. I really did. I even turned around and headed up the six stairs leading to the outside door.

But I stopped.

Even worse, I turned around. “Wilder.”

“Is something wrong?”

“No. I wanted to thank you again for what you did and for the drinks. I honestly needed some company.”

“You’re welcome, little butterfly. Be wary of men with all the right answers. They’re almost always lies.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” I nodded and while he didn’t back away, he didn’t try to make a move on me either.

“I hope you do. Someone so beautiful should never be lied to. That’s a sin of God and nature.”

He thought I was beautiful. That struck me in a way I wasn’t used to. How odd that I couldn’t remember the last time David had given me a single compliment. I was thankful it was nighttime so hopefully Wilder didn’t see that my skin was on fire.

“Thank you.” God, this was awkward, more so than any time I could remember. Being with Wilder had felt so natural, so different than I was used to and I’d needed his frank, honest thoughts and company more than I realized.

“Good night, little butterfly.” This time he turned and I watched him take a couple of steps.

Everything tingled inside of me. My nipples were already hard, my pussy throbbing as it had never done before. Everything about what I was debating was a sin, but if that meant I burned in hell, I wasn’t certain I’d mind.

“Wilder. Don’t.”

“Don’t?” He only half turned this time, lifting his chin as he gazed at me.

“Don’t go.”

Very slowly he walked closer, taking one step at a time and I held my breath the entire time. “What are you asking, little butterfly?”

“I’m asking if you’re still thirsty.”

He took a deep breath in much the same way I had. While everything about him ignited the fire burning deep within my core from his gorgeous physique to the danger fueling his blood, I was well aware this could be a tremendous mistake.

A risk.

But it was one I was willing to take.

“If you invite me in, it won’t be for a drink. It’ll be because you need me to fuck you the way you’ve always wanted to be fucked and never found a man decent enough to do so. If I do, I won’t be gentle. There’s nothing romantic about me. I’ll fuck you long and hard, claiming your mouth, your sweet pussy, and your tight ass. And if you dare object or push me off, I’ll spank your ass until you’re ready to cry my name and beg for more. Are we clear on that, Cassie? Very clear?”

I couldn’t seem to stop tingling. “Yes.”

He looked away briefly before taking the last step closer. Even one step below and he was towering above me. “Then what are you asking?”

“I’m… I’m asking you to stay. And to fuck me.”

CHAPTER3

Cassandra

With a man like Wilder, there was no pretense, no softness to him whatsoever.

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