“Come for me, my love,” I say instead, and as though her body is perfectly attuned to me, she does just that.
Her whimpers and cries are music to my ears as I thrust into her faster, quicker, deeper until I can’t hold back any longer,and I’m filling her with my cum and groaning her name into the crook of her neck.
I pull back and rest my forehead against hers, panting as I fight to catch my breath.
Our breaths intermingle, and the only way this moment could get any more perfect would be if she wasn’t here because I kind of, sort of, maybe kidnapped her.
“I don’t care if you need time to come to terms with who I really am, but I can’t let you have space from me, Gracie. I can’t,” I whisper into the silence once we’ve both finally caught our breaths.
She tenses beneath me and I’m sure if her arms and legs were free from the restraints, she’d be pulling away from me. I know that this must be overwhelming for her. Not only was she kidnapped, but she found out that the guy she’s been dating is also her stalker.
If I’m being honest, I don’t think she’s processed that fact yet. The way she reacted when I came into the room without the mask was… strange, to say the least.
It wouldn’t surprise me if her mind is just not allowing her to put the pieces together, keeping itself in denial of who I really am.
And that’s okay, because for her, I’ll wait forever.
Well, notwait, wait. But I’ll be here every step of the way, pushing her in the right direction.
“You have got to be fuckingkiddingme,” she snaps, and the fury in her voice makes me jolt.
“You’re really not as calculating as you think you are, Noah. You’re not sneaky and you’re sure as hell not sane. Even if I had somewhat forgiven you for everything you’ve put me through, today pushed me over the edge. Now, let me fucking go,” she demands, the ire in her tone making my blood freeze to ice.
“Gracie, I… I only brought you here because you’re in danger. Everything else, we can talk about, but I can’t just let you leave when there’s someone out there watching you.”
She snorts. “I’m not in danger, you asshole. The only person I’ve ever been in danger from isyou, and a few little messages aren’t something that you can use as an excuse to kidnap and keep me here.”
Jesus, she’s really hung up on this whole kidnapping thing.
And what the fuck does she mean that the messages didn’t give me the excuse to bring her here? Of course, they did. She could be in danger for all we know. We have no idea who—hold the fuck up.
“How did you know about the messages?”
I never mentioned them.
Not once since have I mentioned a single text or note.
Not once have I brought up the fact that someone knows about us.
The only person who does know about them is Lana, and I’m positive that she wouldn’t have mentioned anything to Gracie, not without telling me about it.
She shouldn’t know about any of it.
Unless…
No.
There’s no way, it’s an utterly ridiculous thought, one that simplycan’tbe true.
But still… now that I think about it, all of pieces fit. The way she acted when I came into the room, the way she’s been a little off lately, not badly… just different. The way she was so angry over me kidnapping her and how she knew about the messages.
It hits me all at once, and I have to swallow down the bile that’s crawling up from my gut.
“It wasyou,” I whisper, my tone filled with disbelief and betrayal. I stare down at her, and she doesn’t deny it.
I spring away from her, climbing off the bed and to my feet as pain and anger fills me.
What. The. Fuck.
