Page 10 of Darkness Tempt Me
Peyton: Okay. Good guess. And where might you be if you’re able to see me so clearly?
Mavik: On your patio.
Thank goodness I have my phone brightness on low, or I’m pretty sure that would have given me away. I raise my hand and give a little finger wave, anyway.
Peyton’s eyes widen, and I see him swallow hard. His gaze flickers to the glass door. Again, he can’t see me with how dark it is out here and how bright it is in his apartment, but just maybe he thought he saw something moving outside. Peyton shifts as he studies the door, but he doesn’t step closer. Smart boy. Fear dances in his eyes before it turns into something else. I palm my hardening cock through my pants. I’ve never done anything like this before.
Peyton’s gaze flickers over to his bookshelf before he shakes his head and chuckles to himself. Probably disregarding all the red flags and alarm bells going off in his pretty little head.
I have to admit that I was shocked when I snuck into Peyton’s apartment one day and took a peek at all the dark romances my boy was into. If he’s into half the shit in his books, then he might be as kinky as me. How would Peyton react if he knew I wasstalking him, just like most of those love interests in his naughty books?
Peyton: Okay, I’ll play. And what do you see, sir?
Peyton is grinning as he makes his way into the living room. He stands just in front of the sofa, giving me a good view of him. I find it ironic that Peyton is bathed in light, while someone with a soul as dark as mine is sitting here in the pitch black. Peyton bites his lip seductively. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear he’s staring right at me as he smiles and peels off his shirt.
I sit up straighter, my cock throbbing now that I can see his toned muscles and creamy skin on display. His rosy-pink nipples are hard, and there’s still a blush on his pretty cheeks. He thinks I’m lying, but considering how hard he is in his pants… I can tell he likes the idea of me watching him from outside. The idea of a stalker turns him on.
Looks like Peyton might have a dark side to him after all.
As I continue to toy with my prey, the illusion of being outside his window has to be just believable enough that he plays back, but not so much so that he’d actually investigate. I want to push Peyton and see how far he’ll go.
Mavik: Those pretty blond curls and that sassy little smirk.
Peyton is in the process of unbuttoning his pants when he sees the message. He blinks, brushing his blond curls out of his face, before lightly touching his lips. His chest is rising and falling quickly as he studies the window again.
Peyton: What else?
He strokes his cock through his pants, then reaches for the button and snaps it open. He doesn’t do anything else, just waits for my reply.
Desire sizzles down my spine, setting my skin aflame with arousal. My cock is throbbing, and I have this insane need to pull it out and do something about it.
Mavik: You know, you blush so prettily against all that pale skin.
Peyton: And do you like what you see, sir?
To my surprise, Peyton reaches for his pants and shimmies out of them. But it’s not the fact that Peyton is stripping in front of me that has me absolutely floored and growling like a damn animal, no, it’s the pretty coral panties that cup his pert little ass that has me ravenous. I’ve never seen a man in such feminine material before, but I can easily say I’m a huge fan.
The sudden urge to make my presence known is so damn strong. I want to get out of this damn chair and walk right up to the glass door. I want Peyton to see me gripping my thick cock as he desperately fidgets with the lock and invites me inside. What would it feel like to squeeze that bubble ass of his before peeling off those pretty panties? Would he let me spank him until my handprints decorate his ass?
Typing out another quick message, I hit send and wait to see what else he’ll do.
Mavik: Yes. Show me more.
Chapter six
Peyton
This is insane. Pure fucking insanity. A part of me knows Mavik can’t really be out on my patio, but fuck, I kind of wish he was. God, what is wrong with me? Why the hell would my rich, gorgeous boss stalk me?
My eyes bounce back over to my bookshelf, and I chuckle again. Damn my love for dark romances. I swear the stories have rotted my brain cells and have turned me into a horny, hopeless romantic. Mavik is not some secret mafia man or crime lord. My boss isn’t part of some secret society of psychopaths ready to murder the scum of the world.
The whole thing is absolutely ridiculous, and yet I shimmy out of my pants anyway, hoping to give my imaginary stalker a damn good show. It might be my imagination, but why the hell shouldn’t I enjoy my night?
Lust trails down my spine at the memory of Mavik’s hand on my back, paired with that angry look on his face. He was so damn possessive. Guilt momentarily gnaws at me as I thinkof my brother, but I shove those thoughts to the side. I might like a little manhandling with an edge of pain, but everything I want would be consensual, with safe words in place. I might like relinquishing control to my partner, but I would hold all the cards. I would be able to stop things whenever I wanted.
My gaze snaps back over to my sliding glass doors. It’s so dark outside I can’t see a thing, but I swear I feel eyes on me. This isn’t anything like the weird, creepy feeling I’ve been getting during daylight hours. This is Mavik. He’s always made me feel safe. Could Mavik actually be out there? My phone vibrates, and I peer down at the message.
Mavik: Yes. Show me more.
