Page 56 of Stalker

Worth risking my life for.

Once her breathing was even, I walked further into the room, captivated by the way her hair was fanned across her plump pillow, the color even more dazzling by the light of the moon. She seemed so peaceful, her lips pursed and her eyes already rolling back and forth indicating REM sleep.

I moved around to the other side, peering down at her, flexing and fisting one hand as tension mounted. Taking her tonight would be easy, her resistance only accentuating the fire already burning between us, but I’d refrain.

Why?

The partial truth I’d told myself about my rules wasn’t the only reason. In all the years of my life, I’d only had true softness from one other person. Maybe the longing to rebuild what had been brutally taken from me far outweighed my need to ravish her.

At least for now.

I picked up her phone, touching the screen. When it lit up, her face along with another male popped up in vivid color. I was instantly on edge from seeing their smiles and the joy in her eyes. Her arms were around his neck, pulling him down for the awkward photograph.

It had been a long time since I’d felt a hint of jealousy. There was no place for that in my world. In fact, the emotion was dangerous. Weak.

Yet my anger increased as I stared at the happy faces. That’s what I wanted.

That’s exactly what I deserved.

Where the hell had that come from?

Scouring her phone wasn’t a possibility tonight. That would need to wait. Just something else that pissed me off. I gently placed it on the nightstand, turning my attention to her face once again. At least she still appeared serene, as if the wars of the day had vanished for now. I envied her since sleep was rare, images and memories keeping my senses active.

Her bottle of water drew my attention and for some strange reason, I pulled the cheap plastic into my hand. I took my time unscrewing the cap, pulling the thin lip of the bottle to my mouth.

As the cool liquid slipped down the back of my throat, I closed my eyes. I could almost feel her soft lips where she’d taken a sip, could almost taste her wet mouth.

I drank more, managing to silence the predator clawing at the surface. The act was personal, also intimate in an entirely different way. With the bottle returned to its original position, I forced myself to walk away before it was too late.

My every action was silent and careful as I searched her dresser, even daring to open her closet door. Nothing caught my attention that would affirm she was the woman in the video. But my gut told me I was right. I remained unnerved for her, wishing I could rattle Drew’s chains in jail. Maybe I’d find a way.

I’d passed her laptop sitting on a small dining room table.

I stood in her doorway for a few seconds longer. The two sides of the lovely creature kept my mind occupied, her secret both calming and exciting at the same time. I wondered if her two distinct personalities often warred as mine did.

With the question in mind, I left the room, intending on searching her laptop. Instead, the stairs leading to the third floor drew my attention. I hadn’t been invited to the floor and hadn’t crossed any lines on the night we’d shared passion.

I’d been a different man on that evening, someone I hadn’t recognized, but had enjoyed experiencing if only for a little while. Now I was just the Stalker, acting on his need to gather information since a taste wasn’t allowed.

There were two rooms. One was a beautiful library. I didn’t fear turning on the light but did so after I eased the door partially closed.

She’d adorned the room with everything I was certain made her tick, including two plush chairs and a huge ottoman between them. Lining three walls were bookshelves. The number of books that filled them was incredible and I was in awe of her selection.

Her law books were prominent, the scent of textbooks easily recognizable. There was also an old set of encyclopedias. I pulled one into my hands, opening the flap, grinning as I noticed the date of production.

Nineteen hundred and fifty-nine.

They’d been a gift or a hand-me-down that she’d decided to keep. Bravo for her. Alongside were classic fiction books, some obviously required reading in high school or college classes while others I sensed were all about her distinguished tastes.

But there was more. Thrillers. Mysteries.

And romances.

Including dark romances. I recognized the titles from the company’s research. I fingered a few, even pulling one into my hand and reading a short passage.

“When the creature thrust his two cocks inside, one in my ass and one in my pussy, I issued a muffled scream. I was bound and gagged, unable to escape. Even as terror rolled through me, I could feel my core heating to a thousand degrees. I was helpless yet my pussy throbbed as he savagely fucked me, his long reptilian tail swishing back and forth as he did.”

The passage amused me. Aliens with two cocks and a tail.

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