Page 39 of My Masked Stalker
I don’t feel like a victim anymore. I feel as dangerous as the man before me.
Killian sits on the edge of the bed, wrists bound behind him, chest rising slowly and steadily. He looks like a caged predator, his hungry eyes locked on me.
“Your move, sweetheart,” he rasps. “I’m not touching you. Not unless you beg me to. Tonight, you ride me, you set the pace. You want soft, you’ll get soft. You want filthy, I’ll make you forget your goddamn name.”
The ache in my chest loosens. He means it. I’m the one with the choice this time.
I push down my panties, kick them off, and straddle his lap, the heat of his body searing against my bruised thighs. He hisses through his teeth when my slickness brushes his cock, now thick and heavy against me. I can’t help it—I rub against his hardness until I feel it get soaked from me.
“Look at you,” he growls. “Grinding on me like a good girl. Take it, Emily. Take what’s yours.”
Emboldened, I grab his cock and line myself up against it. My breath shudders as I sink down onto him, inch by inch. He’s big, stretching me, filling me, and for once, he doesn’t force the pace. It’s my choice how much I take, how fast, how hard.
“Fuck,” Killian groans, his head tipping back. “So tight. So fucking perfect. You’re milking me already and I’m not even halfway in.”
I set my palms against his chest and start moving, slow at first, testing how it feels to have him helpless beneath me. The power is intoxicating. Every roll of my hips makes his jaw clench, every squeeze of my muscles pulls a curse from his filthy mouth.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he pants. “Ride me. Break me. Own me. You want slow? You want sweet? I’ll still come so deep in you it’ll leak down your thighs for hours.”
Heat floods through me at his words, but I don’t speed up. I take my time, savoring the way his cock drags against mysensitive inner walls, savoring his helplessness, savoring that for once, I’m the one in control.
I ease down slowly, his thick length stretching me until I’m full, and my breath catches. Killian just sits there, bound, watching me with a reverence that makes my throat ache.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers, voice ragged. “Take me at your own pace. You’re so goddamn beautiful like this, filling yourself up with me. My perfect girl.”
A shaky laugh escapes me, half-nervous, half-disbelieving. “You don’t even have your hands free, but you could stop me if you wanted to.”
His smile is crooked, dangerous. “Sweetheart, the only thing I want to do is to see you come apart on my cock. Nothing in this world could make me stop you.”
I start to move, slow and shallow, testing my own body, finding the rhythm that feels right. Each gentle roll of my hips makes his breath stutter, his eyes darken. He doesn’t demand or push, just murmurs praise in that gravelly voice that strokes my heart as much as my body.
“Good girl… fuck, you feel like heaven.” His jaw clenches, but his words stay soft, steady. “I feel every squeeze, every flutter of that perfect pussy. Yeah, baby, you’re in charge now. You own me.”
The knot of fear and powerlessness I’ve carried since the kidnapping loosens with each thrust. His words seep into the cracks, filling me with something warm, something steady. My hands brace against his shoulders as I ride him, chasing my pleasure.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he rasps when I gasp, my body tightening around him. “Don’t hold back. Come for me. Show me how strong you are.”
The way he says it, like me being able to find pleasure now is proof of my strength, breaks something open inside me. Myrelease builds, then crests in a wave that rolls through me. Tears spill down my cheeks as I cry out, trembling on his cock. Killian leans his head forward, catching them with his lips.
“That’s my girl,” he says. “So fucking gorgeous when you fall apart. You’re safe, Emily. Always safe with me. No one will ever take you from me again.”
I lock my lips with his and keep moving, riding him faster, pushing down harder.
“I need you to come inside me,” I say against his mouth, my words breathless. “I want to take that from you.”
Killian groans, his shoulders flexing under my hands as he pulls against the zip ties. “Fuck, baby. You want my cum? You take it.”
My thighs burn from the effort, but I don’t stop. I don’t want to stop until he fills me.
“Ride me, Red,” he rasps, his eyes blazing into mine. “Take every last drop. Milk me dry.”
The filthy words make me squeeze tighter around him, and that’s what breaks him. His head falls back, a guttural sound tearing from his throat as he empties himself deep inside me. Hot pulses fill me, and I keep moving, claiming every drop, just like he said.
EPILOGUE
KILLIAN
Never used to have much to be thankful for. Sure, I had my brothers, and I had more money than I knew what to do with. But it wasn’t until Emily that I went to sleep content and woke up eager to experience more of life with her. And even though I’m thankful, I’m still regretting letting Emily talk me into hosting a Thanksgiving dinner for our friends.
