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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.
33
KYAH
Holyshit.He’shere.
I suck in a breath as I stand by my bedroom window, my heart racing as I peer down at the cleared crime scene below. I reach up and slowly drag the blindfold over my eyes. It was already dark in my room, just as it always is, but with the blindfold on, I have no choice but to solely rely on my other senses.
I listen intently, gripping the window frame as I try to drown out the noises from outside, focusing on the footfalls that slowly inch closer to my bedroom. My pussy throbs, and the anticipation is almost too much for me to bear.
I take short, shaky breaths, unable to settle the fear that pounds through my chest, but the thrill of the unknown keeps me rooted in place.
He enters my room, stopping by the door, and I hold my breath as though that could somehow help me hear him better. A deep groan rumbles through his chest, and I’ve never felt so proud in my life. His feet shuffle slowly against the hardwood floor, and the sharp drag of his cologne makes the little hairs over my body stand up. When his feet still nearby, butterflies take flight in the pit of my stomach.
I sense him right behind me, warmth radiating off his body as he closes the space between us, and his big hand takes my hip. Everything about him is big. He towers over me, but not in the same way Viper did. My shoulders sit somewhere around his chest, and as he presses into me, I feel his huge cock against my lower back. My mouth immediately waters, desperate to see how he feels in my hands, my mouth, my pussy.
“Hmmm. Good girl, my sweet Kyah,” he rumbles, his voice so low that I still can’t work out if I recognize it, but there’s something familiar there, something I can’t quite put my finger on.
His fingers bite into my hip before immediately loosening again, and I suck in a gasp when I feel his hand move. His knuckles brush up my waist toward my ribs, leaving a trail of goosebumps as his other hand flattens against my stomach. I push back against him, uncrossing my ankles as his hand begins sliding down my waist, over my bondage harness, and finally cupping my pussy.
I grind down against his hand, desperate to relieve some of the tension that’s left me wound so tight, and as he leans in and I feel his warm breath brush across my shoulder, I suck in a breath. “Mine,” he growls in my ear, cupping me tighter until a breathy moan slips between my lips. And damn it, I know he feels how soaked my thong is with my arousal.
I nod, already panting. “All yours.”
He releases my pussy, his fingers continuing to trail and brush across my skin, and every new touch sends me over the edge. He explores my body, his fingers diving into the cup of my bra and feeling just how rock hard my nipples have become. When he curls his hand around my hair and forces my head to the side, he drops his lips to the base of my throat, and I almost come instantly, especially as his tongue rolls over my sensitive skin.
