The first man to ever make my thighs clench.
The ghost lurking around this town.
I’m going to find him.
7
KNOX
Iwant Skylar.
Way more than I should.
Way more than I’ve ever craved anything before.
As I sit on the old ladder outside her window, I can’t feel anything but this ache.
Hiding in the shadows, just behind the curtain where she can’t see me, without actually touching her, is killing me.
My pulse drums, each beat sounding like her name. My fingers clench and unclench in the open night air, itching to dig into her flesh. To rip her shirt open and see the green charm lying against her tit.
When she shifts on the bed, I shift in place too. It’s as if my body can’t stop echoing hers.
Christ, what I wouldn’t do to touch her.
Can’t. I have to wait, which is fine. The others know she’s off-limits.
I claimed her. She’s mine.
For years, Papa and the others have been pressuring me to do more than kill the ones who escape.
They call torturing them a duty. I call it couldn’t-be-bothered.
That’s why he was thrilled to let me keep Skylar when I asked.
I will. Until then, I’ll stalk her.
I grip the rung beneath me so hard the wood threatens to splinter.
My muscles tense to move, to break the plan, to fuck her right this second.
Just a little longer.
But this need…it’s an infection. My cock’s been throbbing for hours.
I. Want. Her.
How could I not? She’s perfect.
From where I’m sitting, I can see that her skin is smooth. Much smoother than it looked in her online photo, or when I saw her out there in the dark.
The lamp’s glow illuminates her features, showing me every flawless line.
She’s healthy.
One of a kind.
She fascinates me. I wonder what runs through her mind as she reads, as her green eyes flick across the book.
