Page 21 of The Stalker
She thinks she’s clever.Doubling back, stumbling off the path, and clutching branches to steady herself.But I see her trail clear as blood on snow.The broken twigs.The fresh footprints in the dirt.Even the faint smear of red where she scraped her palm.
She’s bleeding for me.
The thought makes my cock throb behind my jeans.My fists clench at my sides, nails biting into my palms as I force myself to stay steady and controlled.
“Don’t hold back,”Thomas snarls inside me, his voice once more vibrating through my bones.“She’s prey.Chase her.Run her down.Take her.That’s what we do.”
“She’s not prey,” I mutter, my breath fogging in the night.“She’s mine.”
“Same thing.”
The voice twists with laughter, echoing in my skull until I’m not sure if it’s him or me anymore.And the truth is I don’t give a single flying fuck.We’re both going to get what we want.
I hear her before I see her.Her shallow breaths, ragged and panicked, carrying on the wind.A soft whimper when her ankle twists again.The crunch of leaves under trembling steps.
Close, so close.
I slip between the trees, silent, my body humming with hunger.I catch a glimpse of her, hair wild, trailing behind her, her sweater torn, and her bare legs flashing pale in the moonlight as she stumbles forward.
My Bianka.
I let her think she’s still free for a single heartbeat.Two.The thrill coiling tighter in my chest, hot and unbearable before I move.
I crash through the trees, fast and merciless.She gasps, her head snapping back with wide eyes before she screams, the sound echoing through the darkness
Too late.
I slam into her from behind, my arms wrapping around her waist as we hit the ground together.She thrashes, clawing at the dirt, trying to drag herself forward, but I drag her back against me, my weight pinning her hips to the earth.
“Got you,” I growl into her ear, my breath hot against her skin.
“No!Let me go!”Her words are loud, but they hold no conviction.
She bucks, wild and furious, but I catch her wrists, shoving them into the ground above her head and holding them in one of my fists.Her pulse hammers against my grip, frantic and beautiful.
The scent of her fear is intoxicating.
I press my chest to her back, forcing her down, caging her completely.Every squirm, every struggle grinds her ass against my painful erection, feeding the ache in my cock until it throbs painfully.
“You can’t run from me,” I snarl.“Not anymore.”
Her cry cracks into the night, broken and desperate.“Griffin, please—”
“Please what?”I bite at her shoulder through the fabric of her already torn sweater, my teeth scraping over scarred skin.“What do you want, Bianka?You beg so beautifully but I’m not sure what for.Do you want me to stop?Or do you want me to let you go?Or...”I grind myself against her ass, groaning as the heat of her body pulses through the thin barrier of our clothes.“Are the words you actually want to say, pleasedon’tstop?”
She whimpers, shaking her head, but her body betrays her.Her thighs squeeze together, her hips shifting just enough to push the last boundary of my frayed control.
“There,” I whisper, lips pressed to her ear.“That’s the truth.You don’t want me gone.You want me here.”I thrust my cock against her full ass to punctuate my words.“You’ve always wanted me.”
“Take her,”Thomas hisses, his voice furious and hungry.“She’s weak.She’s ready.Claim her now.”
My grip tightens on her wrists, my breathing ragged as the lust bears down on me.Every part of me screams to obey, to rip her sweater off her completely and strip her naked before burying myself inside her until there’s no doubt she belongs to me.
But some small part, some faint, human fragment, forces me to pause.
Not yet.Not until she breaks for me completely.
I press my mouth to her neck, sucking hard, leaving a mark she’ll never hide.She sobs, writhing beneath me, but she doesn’t scream this time.She doesn’t fight as hard.
