And my stalker—the man who had touched me as though I belonged to him—was somewhere in the shadows, watching.
Waiting.
Chapter thirteen
The second she disappeared from the alley, I gave Henri a heads-up to track her phone, to get eyes on her quickly, and to let me know when she was safely at home. Then I texted Rory to pick me up.
I stepped out of the alley’s shadows and onto the sidewalk. My pulse hadn’t settled, and my dick was still as hard as steel.
Leaning a shoulder against the brick wall, I exhaled hard and dragged a hand over my jaw.
What the fuck had that been?
I hadn’t meant to touch her, not like that. But she’d pushed every button I had—walking home alone in a city full of predators, wearing that little black dress, knowing full well I was watching.
And she hadwantedme to see her.
Wanted to drag me out of hiding.
She’d succeeded and gotten more than she’d bargained for.
God, she’d been exquisite in that alley—wild, furious, trembling beneath my hands as I pinned her to the wall. Everygasp she’d made lit me up. The heat of her mouth under mine had unleashed something savage inside of me, and I’d barely been able to restrain myself when my fingers had found the wet slickness of her pussy. She’d been soaked, dripping—not because I’d coaxed it from her, but because she’d already been there.
She had tried to deny it, tried to spit fire in my face, but her body had betrayed her in the most delicious ways. That whimper when I’d circled her clit. That desperate little gasp when I’d whispered “taste.” That tongue flicking out on command, licking her own arousal from my fingers.
Fuck. I should’ve stopped sooner.
But I didn’t regret it.
Even now, the memory of her mouth and those swollen lips parting for me made my dick twitch.
She was perfect. Beautiful and defiant, soft in all the right places, and strong in ways that sent my imagination spiraling. I loved the way her voice had cracked when she’d told me to let her go…and then moaned when I didn’t. I’d loved the way her body had rocked against my thigh in her naturally sensual rhythm.
I could still feel her heat against my palm, her sweet taste on my tongue.
I could still hear her footsteps echoing down the street.
Running away.
And I’d let her go.
My jaw tightened.
My girl had no idea how close she had become to being devoured.
Headlights hit me when the SUV pulled up to the curb in front of me, and I quickly climbed in and slammed the door shut.
“Where to?” Rory asked.
I tapped my phone screen, pulled up the DarkMatter surveillance feed from Lyla’s apartment, and leaned back into the seat. “She just walked into her apartment.”
On the screen, Lyla stormed inside, slammed the door, and paced her living room like an angry cat.
“So, are we just going to sit here watching her?” Rory muttered, giving me a side glance.
“No. Head home.” I adjusted the audio feed, allowing Lyla’s voice to play through the speakers.
“…arrogant bastard… ruins my night… can’t have one fucking night out with my friends without some controlling asshole trying to make it about him!”
