Page 121 of Stalker

As soon as I was jerked off my feet and spun around, I tried to scream, but a hand was slapped across my mouth before I had a chance.

“I told you not to run. You honestly believe you’re in no kind of danger?” His tone was harsh, his breath hot as it floated across the skin on my neck. “Relax. Breathe for me.” He slowly allowed his hand to fall, instead wrapping his fingers around my throat.

“Just stop. Let me go.” I slammed my fists against him.

“No, you will listen to me. What did you mean about Sugar Babies? Who contacted you?”

“You did. I know it was you.”

“Why do you think that?”

Another rumble of thunder was followed by a bolt of lightning electrifying the sky. “Stop.”

“Tell me!” He dug his fingers into my skin. “Tell me exactly what happened.”

The rain was lightly falling, the light breeze turning my anger into chills. His usual strong, unwavering voice was entirely different. “I was just getting ready to delete my account altogether and a message popped up. You caught me online, Wilder. Another game.”

“No.”

“It was you. You called yourself the Stalker.”

Wilder froze, lifting his head by a few inches. His jaw clenched before he briefly closed his eyes. “That wasn’t me, little butterfly.”

“I don’t believe you. Let me go!” I raised my voice, uncertain the truth about anything at this point.

“There’s no one close to hear you, Cassandra, but I’m not the man you need to be afraid of. Not right now.”

Not right now?

Another bolt of lightning tore at the fear. Yelping, a rush of adrenaline was combined with an even darker sense of desire. No. This just couldn’t happen.

I struggled in his hold, managing to punch him twice in the abdomen. When I also drove my foot between his legs, he was forced to drop me. I scuttled to my feet, taking off running.

Only to be tackled, my body driven into the sand.

“Stop fighting me,” he growled.

“Never. Never!” I proved my point, trying to push up on all fours. When I succeeded, I was ready to kick him again. Yet his hold on me was too strong. I clawed at the sand, gasping for air as the bastard jerked up my skirt, ripping the material. When he grabbed a handful of my lace thong, jerking his arm, I managed a short scream.

He pushed his weight against me, using his knee to push my legs further apart.

“What are you doing?” I spit out, sand now digging underneath my nails from continuing to claw.

“What I promised I would do. I’m punishing you. Since you were fascinated with the thought of a belt being used, you’re going to get your wish.”

I was stunned, enough so I stopped moving until I heard the slight whoosh as he jerked his belt free. My breathing was completely labored, my mind in a crazy fog. What the hell did he think he was doing?

“No!”

“Yes,” he snarled, refusing to waste any time. As he cracked the strap across my naked bottom, I jerked up. The pain was intense, tears immediately forming in my eyes.

“Stop!” Somehow, I knew he wouldn’t.

He snapped the belt four times, the sound even worse than the actual anguish. But not for long. As he continued, every stroke methodical, I lost more sense of reality.

His breathing was heavy, but he remained quiet as he doled out one after the other. I wiggled and tried to fight him for a full two minutes, but all the strength and will to drive him away collapsed. I closed my eyes, pushing my palms into the cold, wet sand. The intense sensations crawling all over my body were incredible. Suddenly, I was wet, my pussy throbbing. It made no sense, but he knew exactly what I needed and how to fuel me.

“I’ll kill you,” I managed, as if that was possible. The second wind rushed into me and I fought like a caged animal, almost managing to make some headway.

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