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)
“Oh God,” I groan, gritting my teeth.
Wanting so much more, I drag my hand down my body to my needy cunt, finding myself soaking wet, and I can’t wait, pushing my fingers deep inside. I split my fingers, gently massaging my walls as my thumb continues working my clit, but it’s too much. My body is already so worked up.
I thrust my fingers a little deeper, and just as I start to pant, a soft groan rumbles through my room and my eyes spring open.
What in the ever-loving fuck was that?
My hand pauses under the sheets, my heart lurching out of my fucking chest when I hear it again, the groan coming from across the room, not even concealed behind the closet door, but the small armchair in the darkest corner.
The lights are out, and it’s pitch black in my room, but I feel him, sense him watching me, and I fucking missed it. How could I be so stupid? Alex came through here, checked every fucking room, looked everywhere, and he insisted the apartment was clear. I so blindly trusted that I was safe. So where the fuck did he come from?
Is this guy a figment of my imagination? Am I going crazy?
FUCK!
No, this isn’t my head screwing with me. I know it’s not. I feel it in my bones. This is as real as it gets, and something tells me he’s not just here to watch me sleep anymore. This is some kind of vile game to him, and it terrifies me. I mean, who is this guy? He was capable of evading Alex during his search, and that couldn't have been an easy feat. Alex has military training and was relentless in his search. So how the hell did he evade him?
All I know is that this guy clearly isn’t here for a little innocent stalking, and considering the subtle groans coming out of him, he’s obviously in the middle of getting off. My stomach clenches realizing that he’s getting off while watching me get off, but what the hell am I supposed to do now?
If I stop, if I pause for just a little too long and he becomes suspicious that I know he’s here, is it game over for me? Do I try to run, risking the sprint through my apartment in the dark and having to try to unlock my door with him quickly gaining on me? Can I even make it back to Alex in time? And what happens if I do? Does he beat the shit out of this guy and make matters worse?
Or do I just keep going? Finish what I started and pretend to go to sleep as though I have no idea he’s sitting right there in the corner of my room, hoping like fuck he doesn’t try to touch me . . . doesn’t end my life?
Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!
If I were to finish and sleep, there’s a chance he’ll eventually just walk away, right? He’ll get what he needs from . . . whatever the fuck this is and then slip back out the window or the door or however the hell he’s getting in here and be gone.
Tears well in my eyes, but I blink them away, not wanting my fear to be evident in the way I breathe. I can’t have anything alert him to the fact that I know he’s here. Hell, maybe that’s what he wants. Maybe he’s searching for an excuse to kill me.
My heart has never raced like this, not even when finding out that Crew had been killed. Then before I end up like him, I close my eyes and tip my head back, letting out a shaky breath as my fingers thrust deeper inside my cunt.
I gasp, my body still so worked up that as the fear mixes with my arousal, it suddenly makes everything feel so much more intense, and the new groan that slips from between my lips is as real as the ones out in the hallway.
The familiar sound of a zip fills the room, and I suck in a breath, listening intently to every little sound as my eager thumb works over my clit. I hear the subtle noises as he releases his cock from his pants, and as he really starts working himself, he pants heavily through gritted teeth.
I work myself faster, so fucking hungry for it, and as he jerks off, the strangest thrill shoots through me, and I find myself desperate to please him and hear how he sounds when he comes. “Oh fuck,” I groan, tipping my head as my back arches off my mattress.
I kick the blankets off, giving myself more freedom, and his sharp inhale of breath sends goosebumps soaring across my skin. Fuck. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I want him to touch me. I want him to do nasty things to me.