Jesus, who is this man?
I’m listening to him, while trying to wiggle away and give a good fight, all while my body provides another rush of fluids at his touch in appreciation of his apt fingers.
Trying to ignore the way it feels to be touched by such a dominating man is becoming futile, the more he teases me.
“So, that being said,” he says low, his lips hovering over mine, “do you want me to stop?”
I think about all the reasons I should make him stop, and each is valid. Then, I think of all the fear I’ve lived with for thelast ten years. All the guilt that’s eaten at me and forced me to live a life of seclusion and unhappiness.
Part of me wants just to let go and say fuck it all, even if it’s only for tonight.
It would be the first time I’ve done somethingIwant.
How steep will the consequences be, though?
Do I care?
“No. I don’t want you to stop,” I admit without thinking. My heart beats wildly at my admission. “Don’t stop.”
“Part your thighs wider for me,” he says, and the dark promise in his tone has me obeying instantly.
It’s just for tonight, I tell myself.
I’ll hatch my escape plan tomorrow.
His fingers slide inside me, and my body welcomes him back, like they’re old friends already and I’m the one who’s on the outs.
“Oh, God.” My words fly out before I can help them.
He’s killed people.
He’s killed for me.
Even that doesn’t stop me from lying back on his arm and opening my thighs more. It’s like I’m begging the Devil to take me home.
He adds another finger, and I feel a pinch as he stretches my body. I can’t help the whimpered moan that spills out.
Bear hasn’t moved an inch, like this is a typical Saturday.
“Get out of your head.” My stalker’s growled words have me jolting.
He removes his fingers, peels the blankets down that had been veiling my whorish decision.
“Take your bottoms off.”
My hands shaking, I do as I’m told, toeing them under the blankets that are now at my ankles.
“Look at you,” he says, his hand splaying over my pussy before he tips a finger inside again.
I’m far too eager, opening my thighs and lifting my hips off the bed to try and coax him back inside.
“Want me to stretch this pussy wide?” he asks, nipping my jawline.
I nod.
What am I doing? Fuck, I don’t know.
At least, it’s what I want for once, without fear that my stalker will come and dash my hopes and dreams because he’s beside me.
