Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
After kicking off my shoes, I trudge into my bedroom and slap my hand against the light switch. As I turn toward my bed, my feet falter, and my jaw goes slack.
The most delicious black lingerie set lays on my bed, and I suck in a breath as I take it all in. The skimpy thong and bra are gorgeous yet somewhat standard in sets like these, but it’s the black bondage-style harness and thigh-high stockings that make my breath catch in my throat. The harness clips around my waist with straps leading down my thighs to hook onto the top of the stockings, and while I dreamed about doing a boudoir photoshoot in a set like this once my tattoos were completed, I never got around to actually buying it.
A pair of black heels linger on the floor beside my bed, and just to the side of the lingerie set is a black blindfold with a tube of deep red lipstick.
My heart starts to race.
Clearly he’s asking me for something tonight, but can I really go through with this? Can I trust him so blindly to cripple my vision with a blindfold? Though, I suppose every night he’s crept into my room, the lights have always been out. I’ve never seen his face, never been able to anticipate his next move, so I guess adding a blindfold doesn’t really change anything.
Shit. Am I actually considering this?
A wicked grin stretches across my face.
Hell fucking yeah, I am.
Grabbing the lingerie set, I walk into the bathroom and start figuring out how the hell to get this on, and as I start pulling the thigh-high stocking up my legs, it occurs to me that this might not have been left by my stalker. It could have been something given to me by Alex.
He’s made it clear that he has a copy of my front door key. He could have easily slipped in here when I was out, but then, I’m sure it would have shown up on my cameras, and I would have received a notification from my alarm, which begs the question—why the hell doesn’t my alarm go off when my stalker sneaks into my apartment?
I really need to get to the bottom of this.
There’s been a working list in my head. Crew, Viper, and possibly Mason, but so far I’ve been able to tick them off, and for a while, maybe it could have been Alex, but I’m already with him. He has no need to stalk me when he has full access to me as it is. So who the hell could this man be?
Maybe one of Viper’s men? It would make sense. Viper had them stationed outside my building. Maybe Viper figured out which one of them was getting into my apartment and tried to intervene. I mean, the guys in the Grim Reapers MC aren’t exactly law-abiding citizens. Murdering someone in cold blood is nothing but a regular Tuesday for them.
After slipping my feet into the heels and pulling the blindfold on, leaving it hovering over my forehead, I peer into the mirror, my gaze trailing up and down my body. I love it. I feel like a fiery vixen, and the anticipation for what he has in store for me burns brightly through my body.
The thong cuts in a little at my hips, and it’s giving Victoria’s Secret on a McDonald’s budget vibes, but I absolutely love it. The bands from the harness that trail down like suspenders make my heart race and leave me feeling like a goddess. And honestly, any man who can do that for a woman has to be alright . . . right?
Shit. Look at me trying to justify my stalker because he gave me sexy lingerie. What the hell is wrong with me? I should be thoroughly repulsed, but instead, I’m finding it impossible to squash the thrill that pulses through me. I should be burning the lingerie in the bathtub, not turning around in the mirror to see how it looks at all the angles. And I’ve gotta be honest, I like what it’s doing for my ass.
Finishing off the look, I lean toward the mirror and uncap the red lipstick before taking my time to paint my lips. It’s not exactly my favorite shade of red, but I love it either way. Then with everything in place, I take myself back into my room.
My nerves begin to pulse, first making my hands shake as the minutes tick by and the anticipation builds, then my whole body starts to shake. I lay in my bed, then get up and hover by the window, not knowing how I should be waiting for him. I mean, it’s awkward lying in bed with my heels on.
The blindfold remains on my forehead as the clock ticks past midnight and well past one, and just as I start wondering if I should just give up and go to sleep, I hear the soft slide of my living room window moving across the tracks.