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“Awfully presumptuous… Oh my God.” My hands tangle in his dark locks, pulling him closer as he devours my pussy.

Even as my head spins from the pleasure he’s drawing out of me, I can’t help but combine our names inside my head.

Mallory Ward. I like it.

He hums his approval, his eyes shining as he pulls back slightly, a smirk on his face. “Mallory Ward sounds good, doesn’t it?”

He doesn’t give me time to respond before he’s sucking on my clit and shoving two fingers inside me. Between pants, I gasp. “It does…” A loud moan falls from my lips as I arch my hips. “Stryker, I’m gonna come.”

“Mmmm.” He licks my clit faster, making me shudder and shake. “Give it to me, Mallory Ward. Come on my face.”

His words make me explode, and I fly amongst the stars.

When I come down, I doubt my sanity. I’m considering a future with a man who murdered two men.

A man I barely know, who I haven’t even known for two months.

A man who is still very much a mystery.

“Don’t overthink it.” Stryker climbs up my body, a smile on his handsome face. “It’s not something you think. It’s what you feel.” His hand moves to my bare breast, covering my pounding heartbeat beneath it. “What does this tell you?”

“That I feel safe with you. I trust you despite all the unanswered questions. And I… I feel so much around you. I want to be with you…I hate when we’re apart.”

His lips cover mine. “Soon, we’ll never be apart. Just give me a little time. Trust me, okay?”

I nod, pushing any doubts aside.Just go with this.

“To prove it, you’re gonna let me tie you up.” Aquamarine eyes seduce me, casting a spell over me. “After that, you’re gonna fuck me until you soak my cock.” His lips find mine, and I taste us as he slides his tongue into my mouth.

I cling to him, holding him against me.

When he finally lets me up for air, I breathlessly ask, “Are you gonna kick me out after that?”

“Hell no. I’ll hold you in my arms all night, and you’ll have the sweetest dreams.”

I smile. “I love this plan.”

CHAPTER 36

Mallory

It’s been three days since Stryker showed me his face and told me his name.

We’ve spent nearly every moment together. I even did something rash and skipped classes yesterday to spend the entire day with him.

I never tire of looking at his handsome face. While I love his masks, I cherish his handsome face. And that fucking smile… his chiseled jawline… I’m obsessed.

I’m sitting in the back of the classroom, waiting for the professor, when an idea hits me. I pull up Instagram and type his name in the search box.

Oh my God. There he is.

My heart lurches as I see his profile picture. It’s the one he took of us yesterday at the lake.

His profile is private, so I can’t see his pictures. I hover my finger for a few seconds before clicking the follow button.

I immediately received a notification that he had accepted my request to follow.

Clicking on his profile, I look through his pictures. He’s wearing the purge mask in all of them except for the one of us.