Page 28 of Silent Stalker
“That’s right, baby,” I growl, my thrusts becoming more erratic as I lose myself. “This moment is ours forever. Etched into your memory. Only I can bring you to the edge and keep you there, teetering between bliss and oblivion. This sweet torture, this ecstasy—it’s all me, inside you, marking you as mine.”
Her walls flutter around me, her breath coming in sharp gasps. “I... I’m close...again...”
I grin, feeling my orgasm building. “Come for me again, Clara. Let me feel you fall apart around me.”
Our eyes remain locked in the mirror as I thrust into her with primal hunger. Her breathing fractures into desperate little gasps, her eyes locked with mine in a silent surrender. I can see the moment it hits her, her eyes rolling back as she cries out, her pussy squeezing me like a vise, her release drenching me once more.
“Come again for me, baby,” I snarl, my voice hoarse as I pound into her, feeling my release building. “Feels so good, doesn’t it? This pleasure, this ownership—it’s our dark symphony, conducted by my thick cock breeding you.”
With a few more brutal thrusts, I unleash myself, growling her name as I come deep inside her, marking her as mine. I can feel her walls contracting around me, milking me for every drop, our pleasure entwined.
I release her bonds, watching the red marks bloom across her delicate wrists. Beautiful. My fingers trace the indentations, memorizing how my restraints have branded her skin. She trembles beneath my touch, spent and vulnerable.
Without warning, I scoop her into my arms. Her naked body molds against mine, still slick with sweat and evidence of our coupling. I carry her to the sofa, settling us both down with her sprawled across my lap.
My hand finds her throat, not squeezing, just resting there—a reminder of my control. Her pulse flutters beneath my palm likea captured bird. I inhale deeply, savoring the scent of sex and the remnants of fear cling to her skin.
“You exceeded my expectations,” I murmur, my other hand trailing possessively down her spine. Her body responds instinctively, arching into my touch despite her obvious exhaustion.
She tries to shift away, but I tighten my grip. “Stay still.” My command brooks no argument. “I’m not finished admiring my handiwork.”
My fingers ghost over the bruises beginning to bloom on her hips, proud marks of my dominion. She shivers, and I pull her closer, trapping her against my chest. The steady thrum of her heartbeat matches mine—a symphony of her surrender to my dominance.
“Sleep,” I order, though I know I’ll stay awake, watching her. Memorizing every detail of this moment when she finally surrendered to her true nature—to me.
15
CLARA
Iblink awake, sunlight streaming through the living room windows. My body aches in the most delicious ways as I stretch beneath the soft blankets draped over me. The house feels empty, too quiet.
A folded note sits on the coffee table next to a fresh bagel. My stomach growls at the sight, but my hand trembles as I reach for the paper.
"Had an early meeting. Enjoy breakfast. - S"
The precise, cultured strokes of his penmanship make my skin prickle. I sink back into the cushions with a wistful sigh, already missing his commanding presence.
Then reality crashes over me like ice water.
"Oh shit.” I bolt upright, the blanket falling away. The events of last night flood back in vivid detail. Silas revealing he'd been watching me, knowing my darkest secrets, my shameful late-night activities, and instead of being horrified, I...
My face burns as I remember begging him. Pleading for his touch, his control. Submitting completely to this dangerous man who had stalked me for months.
"What is wrong with me?" I whisper, wrapping my arms around myself. The bruises he left throb, a physical reminderof how thoroughly I gave myself over to a virtual stranger who admitted to invading my privacy.
I should be filing a restraining order and running as far from him as possible. Instead, my body hums with remembered pleasure, craving his dominance all over again.
Shame coils in my gut. What kind of forensic psychologist throws herself at a man who's shown such predatory behavior? I'm supposed to study these patterns, not fall victim to them.
But even now, knowing what I know, a part of me hopes he'll return tonight.
The shrill ring of my phone cuts through my spiraling thoughts. James's name flashes on the screen, and my stomach drops. Another death already?
"Clara, you need to see this." James's voice carries an odd note. "I'm heading to pick you up. The sixth... well, it's different."
I clutch the phone tighter. "Different, how?"
"No human victims this time. Six geese. Dead in the center of the town square." He pauses. "It's a mess, Clara."