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)
It was incredible. I’ve never felt so insanely alive, and the way he worked me . . . holy fucking shit. He needs to write a manual for other men. It was mind blowing. And despite not being able to see his face or know his name, I couldn’t find it within me to tell him to stop.
I needed it. I craved him, and what’s more, if he were to walk back into my room again, I’d already be spread out for him, begging for more.
What the hell is wrong with me? What kind of self-respecting woman allows her stalker to sneak into her room and eat her pussy in the middle of the night?
Unsurprisingly, I couldn’t sleep after he left. I stared out the window, hoping to get just the slightest view of him, but he slipped away into the night like some kind of ghost, and while my skin crawled with fear, it also burned with excitement. It’s the most thrilling game I’ve ever played, and I don’t want it to end.
Shit. There really is something wrong with me.
It’s just after ten in the morning, and since the new guy is doing a trial with Big Jim this morning, I don’t need to be in until eleven, so I take my time. I shower and shave, a little embarrassed that my new creepy friend caught me a little unprepared last night. If I knew I was about to have my mind blown with an exceptional tongue, I would have shaved before bed, but something tells me he didn’t mind.
After washing and conditioning my hair, I do a quick exfoliation while my mind wanders to the blank space on my arm, still trying to figure out what the hell I’m going to do with that. Then coming up completely blank, unsure if I even feel comfortable having any of Crew’s designs on my body, I get out of the shower and start getting ready for my day.
As the clock ticks dangerously close to eleven, I grab my bag, phone, and keys off the counter before hurrying to my door. Only I find myself pausing and glancing back at the window.
I locked it after he was gone last night. It felt like the right thing to do, only now . . . I’m not so sure.
The thought of never getting to experience something like that again saddens me, but it also makes me feel as though there’s something messed up in my head. But I suppose it’s already too late for that. When it comes to me, normal gave up a long time ago.
I hesitate for a moment too long, my hands starting to shake at my side, and I hate how desperately I want him to come back. If I leave the window unlocked, I’m sending him a message, though I’m not entirely sure what that message is. And if I leave it locked . . . doesn’t that also send some kind of message?
Shit.
I’m becoming addicted to my stalker.
My very dangerous stalker.
Not only did he make me come last night, he also told me that he took care of Mason Ledger. That I no longer need to fear him, and I have no idea what that really means. Did he kill him on my behalf? Though one thing is for sure, I’ve only ever spoken to one person about Crew’s brother, and that was Viper.
Is he who’s been sneaking into my apartment all this time? Because if he is, I’m not sure how I feel about that, but on the other hand, don’t I owe it to myself to find out who the hell had their fingers buried deep inside my cunt last night?
All I know is that I need to hurry up and make a decision. I have maybe seven minutes to get my ass to work, and with that, I let out a shaky breath and quickly hurry back across my apartment to unlock the window.
My mind immediately begins to swirl, and as I pull my door open and step out into the hallway, I find Alex standing right in his doorway, that gorgeous body of his on display as he leans against the frame.
A smirk lingers on his lips, and as his dark gaze meets mine, my whole body goes weak. I pause, swallowing hard as a fierce need to throw myself into his arms threatens to consume me. God, why do I have to like him so much?
Alex doesn’t say a word, but he doesn’t need to. I see everything he’s trying to say in those addictive dark eyes—This isn’t over. Not by a long shot.
And before I get the chance to ruin everything and go back on my decision to push him away, I scram down the hall, desperately needing to get out of here.