“You might not catch me!”
“I’ll catch you.”
A shiver rushes down my spine. “Always.”
“You’re getting the picture.”
I bite my lip. “Not tonight.”
“Tired?”
“A little. But… I have a better idea. Just not tonight.”
“Have I inadvertently stumbled on something that’ll make you hot, Victoria?”
“Maybe,” I prevaricate, feeling oddly shy. “I won’t know until we try.”
“Tell me.”
“Remember I told you I snoop?”
He shakes his head but he’s smiling. Goddamn, I love Indulgent Maxim.
“What did you overhear?”
“A conversation.”
“Between?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It does. Do you trust them? Is the source reliable?”
“Very.”
“Okay, what did you hear?”
“How her partner chased her down in their apartment and fucked her. I wasn’t supposed to hear… but I did.”
He studies me. “You’d like this?”
“I trust you. You’ve worked hard to build that trust, haven’t you?”
“Yes, and I don’t feel like ruining it when you inevitably freak out. I’m a killer, Victoria. One of your little friends being stalked by their sophomore boyfriend in a dorm room is alotdifferent to the reality of being hunted by me.”
Stalked.
Hunted.
The words, intended to discourage me, have me reaching down as I spread my legs in the water.
His eyes lock on my pussy as I push on his shoulder again and thenlever my thigh to the side, making space in the tight confines of the bath, all while retaining that singular point of contact.
“You want me to hunt you down, Victoria? Want to know that there is no place you can hide from me?”
I rub my fingers over my clit, annoyed by how the water messes with my natural lubrication but too turned on to fight it.
“No place at all,” he repeats. “I’ll find you. No matter where you go, no matter what you do—you’ll never be free from me.”
