Page 51 of Stalker

And if she was a very good girl, I’d give her everything.

I raced through the woods, jumping over limbs before dropping low and doing nothing more than listening. The most successful monsters were those who did more listening and observing than reacting. She was clever, never staying in a straight line, keeping close to the perimeter for guidance while paying full attention to her surroundings.

She was a woman obviously used to paying careful attention to her surroundings. Perhaps she’d had more than one beast stalking her in the middle of the night. Every contestant had been given a flashlight to guide their way but were otherwise left to only their wits and hopefully a decent sense of direction.

If not, they could double back easily, the denseness of the forest creating a thick maze that could be unforgiving.

My muscles ached from the thought as anger swept through me. My butterfly would no longer need to worry about anyone hurting her. I could feel her blood pumping, could almost taste the combination of fear and excitement.

I’d been right about her from the moment I’d seen her on the street. Even then, the electricity had come close to becoming a wildfire.

I continued inching closer, allowing her to believe she was making headway. A smile crossed my face when she stopped and turned, tilting her lovely head as she looked directly at where I was standing.

Only she couldn’t see me.

What a pity.

There was so much feistiness in her that I was more and more intrigued. She was the kind of woman any man would hunger for, the bastards acting like fools as they sought her attention. I wondered if she still thought about our night of passion, thinking of the rush I’d given her, the moments of pure ecstasy.

Even wearing a mask, I could still envision her face and her luscious lips, especially the way they pursed when experiencing a blissful orgasm.

Fuck, I was hard as a rock.

She took a step closer then another. As she swept the beam directly over where I was standing, I was shocked she hadn’t captured my figure. If she had, she didn’t respond. Strands of her long hair were peeking out from around the edges of the required hoodie. I wanted nothing more than to wrap my hand around her hair, digging my fingers into her tender scalp as I fucked her asshole from behind.

When she laughed, I knew it was an invitation. She loved the chase but would soon learn the joys of capture.

She bolted forward, once again zigging and zagging, laughing softly as she did. Did she not know a predator was following her? I remained close, allowing her to hear the crunching as my boots crushed sticks underneath my feet.

Nothing seemed to frighten her.

Finally, I let a howl loose, throwing back my head as I did. As expected, my prize stopped running, now hiding behind a tree. Was it to catch her breath or to stifle her nerves? Or was she anticipating I was coming for her, eager to experience what only I could provide?

“I feel you,” she half whispered. “You make this too easy, bad man. Why not come out and play?”

Of all the things she could have said to me, her request added to the rush of endorphins. It would take so much control to keep from fucking her tonight.

Time was running out. She was getting close to the finish. Whether or not she won the competition no longer mattered.

At least to me.

We’d continue this delightful dance another night. Only after I spent more time watching her.

Learning about her.

Hungering for her.

Preparing her.

Some would say what I had planned was sick. Being a stalker was considered reprehensible to some, but it was one of the few passive recreational activities I did that kept me calm. Some men enjoyed horseback riding or rock climbing. Like my brother.

I preferred the joys of the hunt.

Did that make me a better or worse man than my brothers? I snickered and as soon as her back was turned, I took off running directly for her.

She spun around just in time to witness my approach. When she flashed the light this time, true fear registered on her pretty lips. But I could easily see the look in her eyes.

True excitement, the kind only registered by a kindred spirit was highlighted brightly. She remained stunned; the product of both her nightmares and wet dreams had surfaced, the creature now standing right in front of her.

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