Page 66 of Stalker
“Fuck!” I roared, grabbing my guns and tearing from theroom.
Ipushed my way through the bar and fired a shot before I even cleared the door, landing one bullet directly into the VP’s head. He had just come back inside from screaming at Peyton as she ran for her infuriatingly stupid life toward my house, and he landed on his back before anyone else even dared to pull their guns.
I bellowed out as I crossed the room toward Blade, and everyone froze when they saw who fired the first shot. “The next one goes into your old lady’s face after I break every single bone in her fucking ugly ass body for what you allowed to happen tonight.”
He clenched his jaw but held his hands up, “She came in here, without warning.”
“And they should have given her the same treatment as last time,” I barked as I stepped over the VP’s dead body, putting two more holes in the zipper of his jeans for good measure.
“That wasn’t—” Blade started, but I aimed my gun to my right, at his third in line.
“Keep talking and you’ll find yourself sorely out of members tonight!”
He pursed his lips and nodded to the back door. “She left, unharmed.”
“I’ll be back to chat about that.” I spit on the floor at his feet. “Maybe you’ll see me coming, maybe you won’t.” And I followed Peyton, not trusting that some loner biker wasn’t chasing her down from the parking lot for the sick fun of it.
I cleared the back door and took a deep breath of fresh air as I caught sight of her white dress as she moved deeper into the woods. And I did what I did best, I let my fucking wild side free.
She wanted to be chased down by a madman; she was going to get her wish.
She wanted Dane’s attention after I went dark on her, she’d regret her words from that night.
I’d make her fucking eat them. And then I’d make her come on my cock to prove just how wrong she’d been.
My boots thundered through the underbrush as I chased her, feeling my pulse slow and my adrenaline hyper fixate on her body as she sprawled out across the forest floor. We were deep enough to be obscured from the bar, but not safe from any lurkers or intruders.
She caught sight of me as I moved through the trees and she cursed, scrambling across the ground on her hands and knees, searching for something in the brush. I didn’t warn her it was me; I didn’t even toy with her. I simply pounced, landing on her back and trapping her under the weight of my body.
Without a mask or a hood on, she would see me if she looked over her shoulder. The real me.
Lincoln. So I kept my hand buried in her hair, forcing her to stare at the dirt as I pulled my shirt off over my head.
“No!” She hissed, grabbing for the bushes like she was going to get away from me with the help of the twigs.
Silly girl.
I wrapped my shirt around her face, lifting it so she could breathe, but blocked her sight and quickly tied it behind her head, blindfolding her. Gasping for breath, I could feel the throbbing pain in my cock for her while she continued to resist, despite her blindness, desperately attempting to escape from me. I flipped her over onto her back and looked down at her silk dress, covered in dirt and absolutely fucking perfect even still.
Unable to resist her sexuality and beauty after four days apart, she entranced me. Instantly, I tore the front of her dress down, revealing both of her sexy, lush tits to the chilly night air.
My obsession with her would always be my fatal flaw, though.
I just didn’t know that when I let go of her arms to grope her tits, she’d prove it to me.
I didn’t see it coming, but I heard the hum of electricity a nanosecond before she hit me in the abs with the spicy lightsaber she wielded. “Puppet.” I groaned and collapsed forward onto her as searing pain encapsulated every cell in my body.
Stun gun.
Fucking checkmate, Puppet.
Chapter 24 – Peyton
Igasped when Dane’s voice hoarsely called my name as he collapsed on top of me, taking the wind out of my lungs under his bulking form. “Oh, God.”
I tried dislodging him, but he was so fucking heavy I couldn’t move him off my chest. I also couldn’t breathe. Or see.
His arms draped over mine, preventing me from reaching up and lifting the fabric he put over my face when he caught me. At first, when he jumped onto me and took me to the ground hard, I was fucking scared. I thought maybe it wasn’t him after all, and that perhaps a biker had followed me out into the woods. But as soon as his skin touched mine, I knew he wasmymonster.