Page 11 of Savage Stalkers
“Dirty girl. Running only made you wetter, didn’t it?”
Heat fires through me. I want to deny it, but the proof on his fingers tells him everything he needs to know.
He shoves my pants down my thighs, one palm flat on my stomach as he frees himself with the other. There’s no warning, just the sharp stretch as he thrusts inside me in one hard stroke, and my cry as it echoes in the alley.
The bricks rub my cheek as he drives into me relentlessly. Every thrust pushes me harder against the wall, the rough texture biting into my skin.
“You feel that? That’s what you paid for.”
I can only moan in answer, my body falling apart under the sensations.
He pounds into me, his hand sliding up to wrap around my throat. He squeezes just hard enough that I explode, white spots dancing in my vision as my orgasm bursts through me at the speed of light, and my pussy clamps tight around his cock.
He comes with a grunt, shoving deeper, his hips pressed flush to mine. For a moment, he holds me, his chest pressed to my back, both of us panting. Then he pulls out and tucks himself away before he leans close.“We are always watching. Remember that.”
As he turns and walks away, I sag against the wall, pulling my pants back up with shaky hands. When I glance up, my stomach flips.
At the end of the alley, another masked figure is standing there, watching.
I right myself, smoothing down my clothes like that will make any difference, then turn and walk away. Again I hear the footsteps behind me, but I don’t bother running; something tells me it’s over for tonight.
Chapter Five
Kain
I slam the front door hard enough to rattle the frame. My jaw aches from clenching it the entire way home, and my hands are still curled into fists at my sides. My boots hit the floor harder than necessary as I stride through the apartment.
The girl is hot, yes, but Silas isn’t ready for what this will entail. I made the call to follow her, to be the prick who steps in first—someone had to.
Silas knew exactly what I was doing, and that’s why he came to watch. He doesn’t trust me with her, for good reason.
Zay’s head snaps up from where he was reclined on the couch, his relaxed posture shifting as he takes in whatever’s written across my face. His feet drop from where they’d been propped on the coffee table.
“What did you do?” he asks with a smirk on his face.
I shrug, though he will find out soon enough. I drop the glow mask onto the kitchen table with more force than necessary, and the plastic clatters against the surface. The sound echoes through the apartment as I move to the sink and twist the faucet open, getting myself a glass of water.
I need a good shower to wash her smell off me. She fucking smells like everything Silas is addicted to right now. Shit, this is going to be a problem.
“What happened? Is Silas coming home?”
I shake my head, not that he can see me. “You might want to check his closet for my skin later.”
Zay fills the doorway to the kitchen, clad in nothing but a low-hanging pair of jeans, his shirt tucked into his back pocket. “I promise to check when I get back—there has been an issue at the gym.”
“Need me to come?” I ask, even though the last thing I want to do is leave the house again tonight.
He shakes his head as he pulls his shirt on. “Nah, stay here and deal with Silas when he gets back. The last thing we need is for him to spiral and kidnap the girl for real. I’m not sure we could ever talk our way out of that.”
I don’t tell him that if that happened there wouldn’t be a body for them to find—I wouldn’t let him go to jail. I’m not a good person, nor do I claim to be. If you impede Silas or Zay’s happiness, that’s when you will find out how bad I really am.
Zay grabs his helmet and leaves.
I decide to shower, as it’s probably best I don’t smell like Silas’s obsession when he gets back.
The noise of the front door slamming booms through the apartment—I guess Silas got home faster than I anticipated. The footsteps stomping down the hallway confirm it. Silas bursts into the room, his face laced with anger. He crosses the space and swings at me the second he is close enough to connect.
I stand there and take it; I deserve it.
