Page 88 of Stalker

I’d enjoyed toying with them, using my knowledge about the human psyche to dig deep into the twisted regions of their minds.

Perhaps too much.

I’d savored every battle won as well as every time I’d ripped a hole in their warped lives. To date, not a single killer had walked away from my courtroom a free man.

I’d found it interesting I’d yet to prosecute a woman. Perhaps because we were far too cunning to be captured and taken to task.

We.

Yes, I considered myself as conniving as any cold-blooded murderer.

What I found most fascinating of all was that it seemed I’d met my match with Wilder. Or perhaps I’d simply let my guard down when I shouldn’t have.

But as I stood naked and barefoot outside on the cold, hard deck’s surface, my fingers gripping the railing as I peered at the ominous flow of water, I couldn’t ignore the intense eagerness.

Sensations were flowing through me, catching my breath as vivid images continuously popped into my mind.

I was impatient for his touch.

Wilder toyed with me, keeping me naked and on edge for at least five minutes. The moment he walked onto the deck, I felt a flash of even more explosive heat.

He moved closer and I glanced over my shoulder. I was thankful he’d removed his clothes, the slender moon providing the perfect illumination of his rugged body. I could do nothing more than stare at his broad shoulders and muscular chest, his abdomen muscles breaking a deeply carved V leading to his groin.

And his magnificent cock.

While everything remained in the swirling, twisting ebb of shadows, only the briefest of light accentuating his incredible physique, that didn’t mean my mouth wasn’t watering. He had that kind of effect on me.

He knew it too.

He’d realized perhaps the very night he’d saved me from David that he’d captivated a part of me I wouldn’t be able to let go.

I took a deep breath, savoring the hint of fresh citrus in his aftershave as I allowed my gaze to fall to the thick boards beneath my feet.

His face was devoid of expression, but the absence of light couldn’t hide the stark, almost harsh piercing look in his eyes. Tonight, they were unreadable, but the look in them had changed.

Using a single finger, he rubbed the rough pad down the length of my spine, taking his time before he trailed it between my ass cheeks.

Every shiver I experienced was more pronounced than before, the heartbeat thudding in my chest echoing. We were repeating the dance of silence, the few words of his command likely the only ones I’d receive.

Maybe because he’d realized days before that there was no reason to direct my actions. I followed his lead.

I remained rigid, goosebumps popping along my arms and legs as he examined me, using his knee to knock my legs further apart. The light brush of his finger tickled me and raw, powerful vibrations electrified every part of me. As he continued his exploration, I was aware I’d closed my eyes. This wasn’t about blocking out the rest of the world, but about allowing my imagination to run wild.

He rubbed his finger down the back of one leg, sliding the tip up the inside of the other until he reached my pussy.

A slight moan escaped my lips and I was forced to dig my fingers into the wooden railing. As he lowered his head, blowing from one shoulder to the other, I could swear in a strange way he was marking his territory.

Wilder took his time, flicking his finger back and forth across my clit. It was still extremely sensitive from before and I gasped, almost involuntarily jerking away.

He knew as he seemed to with everything else about me, his fingers wrapping around my arm to keep me from fleeing.

As if I could go far.

A strange understanding that it wouldn’t matter where I went, the man would find me popped into my mind.

He was so tender, his actions romantically gentle, but I had a feeling that was a façade or perhaps the only foreplay he’d ever offer. I sensed his needs increasing, his heavy breathing a dead giveaway.

I wasn’t certain how much longer he continued caressing my skin, but the softness of his touch allowed me to be lulled into a peaceful moment. My eyes were closed, my fingers relaxed around the thick railings.

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