Page 18 of Jealous Stalker

Maybe he’llcome.

CHAPTER 8

S.t.a.l.k.e.r

For hours I watch her pacing, looking out the window, then at her phone. Watching the recording again?

I came within a whisper of hacking her phone tonight but I’m saving that for later. It’s enough that I can track her movements for now, keep her safe from the assholes out there. Besides, from months of watching her I know Jules is her main contact. She calls her Dad every now and then but their calls barely last five minutes.

I tracked Dear Old Dad too at first, then realised the dead beat bastard wasn’t worth the effort.

Ella…my Ella…is all that matters. Especially now when she’s alone.

She’s fast asleep when I enter an hour later, after tiring herself out with her pacing. She’s in a vest so thin, it’s almost translucent and sleep shorts I catch a peek of because she’s got one leg outside the comforter and one leg in.

I spend a good ten minutes just watching the rise and fall over her chest, the beautiful princess peaceful at sleep. Is she dreaming of me? Dreaming of how she can catch me?

My lips twitch in the dark.

Her efforts were admirable, I’ll give her that. But I knew what she was up to even before she hit record. The cameras in the hallway and above her bed picked up on her intentions long before she smiled that cute little smug smile and slid between her sheets, confident she could best me.

Breathing into her phone, I nearly gave in to temptation. Nearly murmured the only name I gasp, whisper or roar when I’m stroking my cock. When the pictures of her pinned on every available space in my cabin makes me nut so hard I bellow her name as I’m flung to the centre of the universe.

She moves, throws one arm above her head, gifting me the perfect view of smooth belly skin stroked by moonlight, and one round…fuck, one perfect plump tit, beautifully crowned with a quarter-sized rose-blush nipple.

Jesus. Oh fuck.

My cock rears like an angry snake, eager and urgent, pressing against my fly, desperate to be set free. Saliva pools in my mouth so fast I have to swallow twice and breathe in slowly before I choke on my own spit.

Sweetest mercy, she’s so fucking beautiful. So damn innocent. A juicy morsel from head to toe.

My hand snaps out, ready to disobey my will and touch. Caress.Savor and devour.

Crazed craving yanks me closer. My knees bump the side of her bed, hard enough to nudge her bed frame. It jolts a little and I watch her tit bounces lightly.

I bite back a groan before it can slip free.

I can’t help myself. I drop my head slow, steady, my body shaking, my cock jetting pre-cum in my pants.

And I breathe her in.

So fucking delicious. So sweet. A hint of cinnamon she loves to put in her coffee sometimes, and the flowery delight of her shampoo.

I rock the bed again, this time deliberately. Her chest moves again and I have to bite my knuckles to keep from moaning. All Ella needs to do is open her eyes, and she’ll look straight into the eyes of the unhinged freak who’s totally gone for her.

I should move, return to my guard duty in the dark corner of her room, or better yet the living room.

I should. Should. Fuck, do it!

I don’t. Instead, I part my mouth above the nipple nearest to me. And I blow gently on it. Watch, rapt, as it pearls. Strains against the thin material of her shirt. Watch, fascinated and heart slamming loud enough to fill my working ear as a shower of goosebumps engulf her whole breast and race up the arm she’s flung over her head.

I want to see that she’s completely naked and beneath me. I vow it and toss it onto the dozens of items on my To-Do-Ella list.

The temptation to repeat it as the bumps disappear is strong but I don’t want her uncomfortable in her sleep. I sink back on my knees, drag my eyes from her tits. But as I’m about to feast on her gorgeous face once more, something catches the corner of my eye.

Something out of place.

I turn my head fully and that’s when I see it.

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