Page 18 of The Stalker
Chapter Eleven
Tired Of Waiting
Griffin
She hasn’t slept.
I can see it in the sag of her shoulders, the tremble in her hands as she clutches her coffee mug like it’s a lifeline.I can see it in the dark circles under her eyes, in the way she jumps at every creak of the house.
She feels me.Even when I’m not visible to her, she feels me.And that’s how I know my plan is working.
“She’s unraveling,”Thomas whispers, his voice deep and pleased.“She’s softer now.Weak and afraid.She’s ripe for the taking.”
I stand in the shadows across the street, watching through the slit of her curtains.Every twitch, every anxious glance toward the window makes my cock throb with satisfaction.She’s breaking exactly how I wanted.
But watching isn’t enough anymore.Not after chasing her earlier tonight.
Because she knows.She knows I’m here, and part of her wants me to step inside, to press her down, to end the waiting.I saw it in the way her lips parted under mine, the way her body arched despite her protests.She can pretend all she wants, but her body betrays her.
And I’m done pretending too.
I’ve circled the house twice, barefoot on wet leaves, breathing her name into the dark like an unholy prayer.My palms itch with the urge to touch her again, to feel her scar under my tongue, to pin her until she can’t deny me anymore.
But the house won’t do.Too many locks.Too many walls.Too many places she thinks she can hide.No, she belongs where no one can hear her scream.Where there are no doors between us.
“The woods,”Thomas growls in my blood.“That’s where we need to take her.That’s where she can’t escape us.”
And the thought feels right.Perfect.
The woods have always called me, just beyond Ashburne’s edge.Dark and seemingly endless.I used to wander there when I was a kid, when I needed to be alone, when I thought no one understood me.Now I know why.
Because the woods were waiting for this.Waiting for her.For us.
I slip to the back of the house, silent as shadow.The bathroom window is cracked open just enough.She left it that way earlier, desperate for air, desperate to cool her fevered skin.She doesn’t know she’s given me her entry.
I slide through like smoke, landing softly on the tiled floor.The air is thick with the scent of her shampoo, floral and sweet, clinging to the room itself.My cock twitches, the thought of her naked and vulnerable in this space burning through me.
“Bianka...”I whisper into the empty hall.
She’s in the living room.I can hear her heartbeat before I see her, thundering too fast, too hard, like prey sensing the predator’s teeth.
I step into the doorway, and her head snaps up.Her eyes widen, fear slicing through her exhaustion, and she scrambles to her feet, her favorite blanket tumbling to the floor.
“Griffin...”
I smile, sharp and certain.“You knew I’d come.”
She backs up, hands raised.“Please ...please don’t...”
“You don’t want me to stop,” I cut in, my voice low and rough, Thomas’s growl layered beneath.“Not really.”
