Page 23 of The Stalker
But I hate myself more.
His body shifts, sliding lower against mine, his thigh nudging between my legs.My breath stutters as the pressure sparks through me, sharp and undeniable.I clench my thighs tight, desperate to smother the need, but it only traps him closer.
He groans, deep and satisfied, grinding harder.“Fuck, Bianka.Feel how perfect you are against me.You can fight me with your mouth all you want, but this,” his thigh presses against my covered pussy, deliberate, brutal, “this can’t lie.”
“Stop!”I scream, but the sound is broken and weak, my hips betray me again, rocking against his jeans-covered thigh and wishing it was something else.
His chuckle is low and cruel, layered with something not entirely his own.“Thomas was right.You were always meant to be mine.”
My blood runs cold.Thomas.
That name that came to me from nowhere.The shadow in his eyes.The voice that wasn’t his.It’s real.I wasn’t imagining it.There’s something else inside him.
“Get out of him!”I cry, thrashing with renewed desperation.“Leave him alone!”
But Griffin only growls, his mouth hot against my ear.“He’s not in control.I am.And I’m never letting you go.”
My strength fades quickly, and my struggles weaken.His grip doesn’t loosen, not for a second, and every grind of his body against mine strips away at my fight, replacing it with something darker, heavier, and more terrifying in its truth.
Because I don’t want him to stop.
God help me, I don’t want him to stop.
Chapter Fifteen
I Know The Truth
Griffin
She’s shaking beneath me.
Her body is trembling, and her breaths are broken sobs pressed into the dirt.And still, still, her hips move against me, betraying her with every desperate grind.
It makes me wild.
Years of waiting, years of starving myself, holding back, and this last torturous year of hiding in shadows just to get a glimpse of her and now she’s under me, pinned, helpless, and needy.
