Page 13 of My Modern Viking Stalker

No, it can’t be. I must be hallucinating, or have conjured his image somehow because otherwise, that would mean…

I refuse to think that Maddox broke into my house and let me ride his face like it was my own personal sex toy.

He doesn’t break eye contact as he kisses his way up my body, and I am too frozen to make sense of what is happening. His eyes are intense, not unlike those of a predator.

Even more confusing is the fact that my sex is still throbbing, begging for more of his touch. How my mouth falls open when he takes my budded nipple into his mouth and sucks gently at the sensitive skin.

I should scream, push him away, and call for the cops, anything to get away from this stalker, but when my lips open, it’s to cry out his name.

When my hands come up, it’s to pull him closer.

This is…

It’s wrong, but I can’t seem to pull myself out of this madness.

CHAPTER EIGHT

April

“Perfect, you are so perfect…”

I should be terrified of the fact that he is saying the words more to himself than to me, but how can I be when his eyes caress my skin like that?

“I… I’m sorry,” he whispers, kissing a path down my neck before taking a nipple between his lips and sucking. The nipple slips from his lips with a pop.

“I tried to be normal, but I can’t. Not with you.”

I’m trembling from the intensity of it all. The way his eyes darken with every passing second has my sex clenching.

“You didn’t see me,” he whispers, his fingers brushing against my breasts. “I wasn’t even hiding when you walked in. I could have left, but then you started touching yourself, crying out my name, begging for me.”

He pushes back from me, but before I can protest, he starts unbuttoning his shirt. Nothing could have prepared me for his body when the shirt falls away. The string of tattoos on his arm looks like fiery pits for the demon-like image covering his chest.

Does this reflect his mind?

He doesn’t give me time to adjust to the shock of his bare chest before undoing his pants, and for this, he has to leave the bed altogether.

“Don’t,” he warns when I try to sit up and close my thighs. “Stay like that. I want a full view of your wet pussy.”

There is hunger in his eyes, but mine quickly shift to his cock when the pants fall, and, despite his warning, I find myself quickly closing my legs. There is nofuckingway in hell whatever that is, is coming anywhere near me.

I know the basics of sex. I’ve watched porn and read about it, but nowhere does it say…

“Open.”

I look up to meet his eyes. They are dark and scary.

“Open up, April. I want to see your little wet pussy.”

His words send an ache to my pussy, and my thighs fall open at his command. I flush at how exposed I am to him, at how his eyes sweep over my body like he can’t wait to eat me up.

He kneels on the bed and crawls towards me like a predator would prey, stopping only when he is on top of me with one knee keeping my thighs open. “You have no idea, do you?”

My lips are dry and head empty of all rational thoughts with his body so close to mine. “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” he says.

He grabs my hand and directs it to his cock. “Feel it, baby. Feel how hard I am for you.”

He isbig. Maddox is a big man, ripped, without a shred of fat on him, and I should have expected the rest of him to be as well, but nothing could have prepared me for this.

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