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)
“Well, the other night I was kinda, you know, having a little alone time in my bed, and I heard someone in my room,” I admit.
“The fuck?” he questions, that dark, curious gaze searching my eyes. “Did he say something?”
“Not exactly,” I say. “He was jerking off. I could hear him groaning while he fucked his hand, and I didn’t know what to do. I mean, if I stopped, he would have known that I knew he was there, and if I ran over to your apartment, I didn’t know if I could make it to the door and unlock my deadbolt before he caught up to me. So I just—”
“Kept going,” he finishes for me. I nod, almost ashamed of how that all went down. “Is that it?” he questions. “I don’t want to sound like an ass or anything, but all of that seems like stuff that could have been imagined, you know? I checked your apartment, and there was definitely nothing in there, and if you called the cops, none of that is going to hold up. They need concrete evidence, like actual proof that someone was in there. What about your cameras?”
I shake my head. “You think it’s all in my head, don’t you?”
“No, Mace. I saw the fear in your eyes when you ran into my apartment the other night,” he tells me. “That kind of fear can’t be made up. I just want to know what you’re dealing with.”
I swallow hard and nod, wanting to trust him. “He left a message for me the other day. I woke up to find words scrawled across my bedroom wall in lipstick.”
“Fuck. Really?” he says, taking my hand and continuing down the sidewalk. “What did it say?”
Chills sweep down my spine. “It said ‘pretty, pretty, Kyah. Are you ready to play?’”
“Fucking hell,” he grunts. “That’s messed up.”
“Not as messed up as him sneaking in and eating me out while I slept.”
Alex stops again, his eyes widening in horror. “The fuck, Kyah?” he grunts. “That bastard touched you in your sleep, and you’re only now just telling me? Why the fuck haven’t you said anything sooner?”
I shake my head, pulling away a step, conflicted by the whole thing. “This is exactly why I didn’t tell you. I don’t want the judgment.”
“Baby, I’m not judging you, I just don’t understand,” he says. “Is this why you tried to end things and why there’s been a constant show of Grim Reapers cruising past our building?”
I cringe and nod, not really wanting to explain the whole Mason Ledger thing, but it serves the same purpose. “Yes,” I finally tell him. “I don’t know what to do about this guy. That’s why I had the cameras installed, and so far, they’re turning out to be a waste of time, but what it really comes down to is that I don’t know what this guy is capable of. I don’t want him finding out about you and then doing something to hurt you because of some sick belief that I belong to him. And like I said, things have been escalating with him. Each time he slips through the window or door, or wherever the hell he’s coming from, he pushes the boundaries just a little bit further.”
Alex watches me just a little too closely, his gaze narrowed. “It excites you, doesn’t it?”
My eyes widen, and the guilt in my expression is too clear to try and deny it. “I . . . maybe,” I say with a heavy breath. “I’m sorry. I know that’s probably not what you want to hear, but I want to be honest with you.”
“I only ever want you to be honest with me,” he tells me.
“Do you hate me for being excited by that?”
“I’m not going to lie, it’s a definite shot to the ego,” he admits with a stupid grin, “but I could never hate you, Kyah. I respect you for telling me and thinking enough of me that you would push me away in order to keep me safe from this bastard. But if I have to fight some horny stalker to have you, I’ll fucking do it, Mace. I meant what I said back at the shop, I want to see where this goes, and if I’ve gotta sneak into your apartment and fuck you with a mask to get you off, then all you gotta do is say the word.”
A grin rips across my face, and I clench my thighs before instantly cringing. My pussy needs at least a day or two to recover. “You’d do that for me?”
“Damn straight, I would,” he says. “But I have to be completely honest. I don’t like the idea that you’re not safe in your home, and maybe until you know what this guy’s intentions are, you should stay with me.”