Page 53 of Stalker

A beautiful representation of her stunning physique.

And a question pushed into the back of my mind, a knowing that surprised me. Was it possible the luscious woman who’d sparked an awakening I hadn’t expected had a very naughty side?

The video I’d taken from Drew’s house. The thought both enraged and enticed me. Had she been on the monster’s list? Fuck. I should have slaughtered the man.

In my arms was a woman I wanted to control.

One that I longed to possess.

My breathing slowed only when I reminded myself the fucker was behind bars.

I was more intrigued than ever.

“Bad girl,” I whispered and pinched her nipple in response. I was delighted to see how much she relished the limited pain. If only she knew how much more I longed to provide.

“Who are you?” she managed.

I pulled my head away, able to see the single drop of blood on her lower lip. I dragged my tongue through it and she seemed surprised, once again meeting my gaze. Her eyes were still open wide, searching mine to determine my plans.

“Either your greatest fear or your indulgent fantasy. That’s for you to decide.” My laugh was darker than normal and I reveled in seeing the defiance in her eyes.

If only she knew what twisted deeds were running through my mind.

Fucking her naked on all fours right here on the forest bed was one of them. Shackling her to a tree was another. Perhaps soon I would do both things.

But all in good time.

She needed to hunger more than she was at this moment. She needed to crave it until she begged me for more.

I squeezed her breast, enjoying the way it felt in my hand. A perfect fit. One meant only for me.

“Do you like the way I touch you, Lady Butterfly?”

“I… How could I?”

“Because this is exactly what you crave. Tell me the truth.”

She laughed, the sound turning into a husky purr. “Fine. Yes.”

I released her hands, rewarding her by yanking up her sweatshirt, ripping away the bra, and sucking on her nipple.

Her moan rushed into the sky, one of pleasure and longing. When she wrapped her arm around my head, I allowed myself to smile all over again.

She’d passed the first test.

Her hunger was as significant as mine.

Now I knew her foray into darkness was something she craved as much as I did.

I knew her type. I worked with them. I’d grown up with them in different homes. They portrayed themselves as sweet and innocent, only confessing to liking sex while lying on their back. They even managed to blush when and if talking about oral sex. Yet deep inside the vanilla lifestyle bored the hell out of them.

My Lady Butterfly preferred it rough, longing for the thrill of having a man’s hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing until she was at the point of passing out while erupting in a powerful orgasm. Just like tonight, she’d craved the fear even if her decent upbringing and conservative job hadn’t allowed her to explore any options.

She’d fantasized about a man taking her, not knowing if the freak underneath the mask would satisfy or ultimately kill her. She’d envisioned herself naked and tied spread-eagled, force to wait until her masked man returned to taste, punish, and fuck her.

Yes, I knew exactly what my fragile butterfly craved and if she was a very good girl, she would soon experience everything she wanted.

When I leaned back, I noticed her eyes were closed.

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