Or, at least, a version of it.
“I still need to meet your family,” I said.
“My family,” he repeated, a look clouding his features, as ifthatwas more daunting than standing up to the Mafia.
“And,” I continued, “we haven’t finished the list yet.”
A slow smile speared his lips. “What’s next on your list, little Maniac?”
“Hmm.” I climbed across his chest until I could press a kiss to his lips. “What about a normal, boring life with the man I love?”
epilogue
SHAY
I woke to a hand on my lips. A man pressed me into my mattress with his hand. My eyes darted to the side, to my window—open.
Warm summer air drifted through.
“Does your fiancé know where you are?” his mechanically altered voice asked.
His free hand slid down my stomach, sliding beneath the satin hem of my pajamas?—
I elbowed him. He grunted, falling to the side, giving me just enough space to get up and run. I scrambled out of bed, kicking off the sheets tangling around my legs, andran.
My hallway was cast in an iron-blue glow as the sun rose over the mountains?—
Thud.
The intruder pinned me against the wall. He dragged both my hands over my head, holding my wrists in one of his. I stared up at him, at the black skull mask covering his features.
“Myfiancéwill kill you,” I said.
“That so?” He spun me around, pressing my face against the wall. Then he ripped my pants down to my ankles, his supple-leather hand sliding up between my thighs.
One digit slipped between my lips, and I arched backward, attempting to knock him off.
In response, he pressed against me, the weight of him encompassing, forcing me still.
His cock was hard at my back, branding me.
A moment later, the metal hiss of a zipper sounded. “I think your fiancé would want to know how wet you are for your stalker.”
“I’m not?—”
He slammed inside me, the force of it jolting me harder against the wall. I moaned involuntarily at the fullness.
“What were you saying?” he asked, sliding out and then sliding back inside me. Another whimper left my lips. “You’renotwet for me?” Even through his altered voice, I heard the laugh in his words.
He dropped my wrists, hand sliding around my throat, pulling me tighter against him as he fucked me. I was boneless. I couldn’t move. Held up only by his grip on my throat and his cock in my pussy.
When he spoke next, his voice was in my ear. “You take your stalker’s cock so well.”
He slammed into me again.
And again.
I wound my hands up and around his neck.
