Page 24 of The Stalker
Mine.
“Do it now,”Thomas snarls, his voice a vicious growl in my blood.“She’s weak, she’s ready, she’s begging for it.Take her.”
I slam her wrists harder into the ground, my chest heaving.“You want me to, don’t you, Bianka?”My voice is rough, unsteady, like I’m choking on my own hunger.“Tell me you want it.”
“No.”she gasps, shaking her head furiously.But her thighs squeeze tighter around me, her body arching back against my cock.
A ragged laugh rips from my throat.“Liar.”
I drag my hips against her ass, grinding into her, groaning as the heat of her pulses through the thin barrier of fabric between us.She whimpers, her body twitching, caught between fleeing and melting into me.
“Griffin, please...”Her words fade away into the darkness of the forest.
“Please what?”I snarl, teeth scraping her ear.“Please stop?Or please don’t stop?”
She cries out, but it isn’t clear which she means.And I don’t care.Because I know her truth better than she does.
I let go of one wrist just long enough to tear at her sweater, ripping the fabric wide, baring the smooth curve of her back and the jagged scars that twist across her skin.
She freezes, a sob stuttering out of her throat.
“No!Don’t look.”
But I do.I drag my fingers across the ruined flesh, reverent and worshipful.My chest aches with the beauty of it, with the proof of her survival carved into her skin.
“You think this makes you broken?”My voice is hoarse, almost desperate.“You think it makes you unworthy?You’re wrong.It makes you strong, it makes you a survivor, it makes you mine.”
I lower my mouth, licking the scars, tasting salt and skin and fear.She thrashes weakly, shame radiating off her in waves, but her moans betray her again.I groan into her skin, grinding harder against her, half-feral with the need to claim her now.
“Yes,”Thomas hisses, louder, pressing at the edges of my mind.“Now.Take her, split her open, make her yours in blood and dirt.”
My vision blurs and my hands shake with the urge.Every nerve screams for release, to shove her pants down, to bury myself inside her until she can never escape me.
But something inside me resists.Not because I don’t want it—fuck, I want it more than I want my next damn breath—but because I need her to give in.Not just her body.
But her heart.
“Say it,” I demand, biting into her shoulder hard enough to bruise.“Say you want me.Say you’re mine.”
Her tears streak down the side of her face leaving tracks in the dirt on her skin.Her voice breaks on my name.“Griffin...”
It’s enough to unmake me.I crash my mouth against her neck, sucking, biting, and marking her, my cock rutting against her ass with brutal force.My free hand drags down her side, sliding under her shirt to cup her breast, squeezing it until she whimpers into the night.
She’s trembling, pinned and sobbing, but she isn’t screaming anymore.She isn’t begging me to stop.She isn’t even putting up the illusion of a fight anymore.And that’s all I need.
