Page 90 of Stalker

Or maybe it was the brutal slapping sound.

Either way, I was completely lost in some crazy haze that I wasn’t certain I could come down from.

Or if I wanted to.

All the while, he continued pumping into my ass with a perfect rhythm. My crazy mind was marveling in how he could handle three distinct tasks with such precision.

Wow. Just…

Wow.

He thrust even harder, our bodies slamming together and for a few precious seconds, not only were we as one, but I sensed he was crawling into my mind.

Learning all my dark secrets.

Absorbing all my brutal desires.

Consuming all my lethal needs.

And together we’d become an impenetrable force of nature.

* * *

I’d learned a long time ago than being alone didn’t equate to loneliness. However, I had a feeling Wilder had no real understanding about how to deal with having people around him. With his business, he could come and go as he pleased, refusing to tolerate being in a crowd for any extended period of time.

While I’d fallen asleep in his bed after he’d fucked me a third time, there’d been no conversation and no pillow talk. He wasn’t capable of that. He’d come into the room more than once, but he’d stayed somewhere else. I’d felt his presence every time, waking from a fitful sleep, but remaining as quiet as he was.

Maybe I’d wanted to see if he could break through his barriers and come be with me. As I stood staring out the window at him, I was aware I didn’t have any decent answers.

I’d snagged his tuxedo shirt instead of returning to the dress, finding my thong inside his jacket, which I’d also retrieved. Let him be angry with me. Since the air was chillier than the night before, I pulled on his jacket, which he’d left tossed over the back of the chair.

I headed outside, carefully going down the stairs in my bare feet. The patio led to the sandy beach fronting the calm body of water.

He’d pulled on sweatpants and a tee shirt. The comfortable look made him appear less formal.

And perhaps less dangerous.

He immediately sensed my approach as I’d come to do with him. Every muscle tensed, but he immediately reeked of desire. When he slowly turned his head, his eyes were hooded as they’d been when he’d driven his cock deep inside.

I shuddered visibly and he chuckled.

“How did you sleep?” he asked.

“Better than you did.”

He took a deep breath and eyed the water once again. “I rarely sleep.”

“Big business?”

Wilder laughed. “I no longer need to stress about decisions made within the company.”

“Nightmares.” This time the single word wasn’t a question.

I wasn’t prepared for him to nod, but he did so only once.

“There are some things in life that won’t go away even with time. That’s something you need to remember.”

“Another warning,” I said as I moved closer.

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