Stalking His Prey Read Online Jenna Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Novella Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
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“Help!” I cry out through the noise surrounding me. I lean in and tap Hawk’s cheek with my hand, forcing him to look up at me. “Hawk! It’s okay, you’re going to be okay!”

Even now, he fights to smile for me.

“Pen…” He’s struggling just to speak as he looks into my eyes. “Don’t…worry…you’re safe…”

Tears waterfall from my cheeks and down onto his chest as his head slumps to one side.

The sound of the world fades away into a distant murmur as the real possibility of losing Hawk slams into me.

How could I have ever doubted this man? It makes me sick just thinking about it.

“Don’t die on me, Hawk,” I plead. “Don’t leave me!”

EPILOGUE

PENELOPE

Four years later…

It’s late when I come home, and for some reason, all the lights are off. I flick the switch by the door as I set my bag down, but nothing happens.

“Great,” I sigh. We must have lost power again.

I grab my cell and quickly dial my husband. He should be home right now. But as I step carefully down the hall that leads to the living room, I hear his phone ringing in the kitchen.

What the heck?

I hang up and switch on my phone’s flashlight so I can see as I make my way down the hall. Sure enough, there’s his cell on the counter, vibrating and ringing simultaneously, belting out that silly triumphant march ringtone he’s been using for the last month.

As I go over to it, I realize I have no idea how to restore the power to the house. I’ve never been the one to flip a breaker that’s been tripped. My husband’s always done that for me.

That’s probably not a good thing. I should probably learn to handle problems like this myself, but it feels so good to be taken care of. Protected. To have my problems solved for me.

But for now, I guess I’m just going to have to sit in a dark living room until the power comes back.

“Or I could go for a drive…” I ponder out loud.

And that’s when I feel it.

A strong hand grasping my throat from behind.

The next thing I know, I’m being spun around, and a hand is being clasped over my mouth, stifling any attempt I could make to scream.

My heartrate leaps. Adrenaline pumps through my veins.

A hand slides up my shirt and cups my breast, pinching my nipple just hard enough to cause me to squeal.

I find myself staring up at an enormous man, his face hidden behind a black ski mask. But even with the lights off, I can still see the man’s eyes: the eyes of my husband, Hawk.

“Try to scream and you’ll wish you were never born,” he growls. “Understand?”

I nod emphatically as I flush with heat. I’m instantly sweating, delirious within a spinning torrent of lust, passion, and fear as this “masked intruder” throws me to the ground and tears my shirt down the middle, exposing my breasts to him.

He grinds his bulge against my thighs, teasing my mound with his arousal. He’s already hard.

My body tingles as I stare up at his shirtless torso, his muscles taut and his thick arms flexing as he moves his hand down my pregnant belly to the zipper on my pants.

“What are you doing here all alone?” he asks. “In this dark house? Shouldn’t you have a man here protecting you and your unborn child?”

“Yes,” I whimper. “I don’t know where my husband is right now…”

I play into our little game as a fully engaged participant. My lust peaks, and my back arches off the cold floor as he tugs my pants down over my hips, revealing the fact that I’m not wearing any underwear.

“No panties?” he asks through gritted teeth. “How slutty of you.”

I nod, whimpering in desperation as he leans close and drags his tongue up the side of my neck.

Goosebumps break out all over my body. My pussy is throbbing with the thrill of the moment, and I look down at the sound of his jeans unbuttoning.

His massive cock spills out, hard as a rock, and slaps me on the stomach like a strike from a hand. I can’t help but moan as he grips his swollen manhood by the base and teases my pleasure button, sending incredible sensations through my nerves.

“You should know better,” he tells me as he presses his crown against my hole. “With no man here to protect you, I can just take you. And that’s what I’m going to do.”

He spits on his hand and uses it to lather his cock, which is red and thick and full of veins.

Oh Lord, yes…

Then he enters me with zero hesitation.

It’s like being penetrated by a battering ram, stretched and expanded by pure masculinity as he begins to pound me with no consideration.

My moan is captured by his lips as he forces his tongue into my mouth, voraciously exploring the rest of my body with his hands, gripping my every curve with ferocious passion that ignites my soul and sends me spiraling.


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