Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
But then, without warning, I feel him move away. An acute sense of loss sweeps over me, and I crack one eye open just in time to see him escaping out the window into the night.
“No…” I whimper, devastated. “Come back…”
My entire being deflates like a balloon. I sit up and swing my legs to the floor, then go to the kitchen for a glass of water.
How much longer can I really endure this?
It’s like being subjected to the world’s greatest tease.
I gulp down the entire glass and slam it down onto the counter, shattering it into pieces as all that lust and anticipation and thrill and adrenaline inside me melts and morphs into a ball of pure, glowing-hot rage.
Who does this guy think he is, anyway?
He’s been sneaking into my apartment for weeks. He was watching me from across the street for at least two weeks before that, and for all I know, he could have been watching me for months now. He probably knows everything about me, and all I know about him is that he’s gorgeous and stealthy.
“Okay, motherfucker,” I curse, frowning at the shards by my feet. “If you want to stalk me, I’ll stalk you right back.”
2
PARKER
I’m being followed. I can feel it.
Eleven years working as a Mafia hitman heightened my senses and ability to flush out a threat. The sound of a footstep, a shadow, just a flicker in the corner of your eye can mean life or death in my old line of work, and even if I’ve fought with everything I have to become a new man, those instincts don’t just go away. In the last six days, I’ve felt them all, but I still haven’t managed to discover who’s tailing me.
That means they’re good. Maybe it’s someone from the syndicate who tracked me down, thinking I’ll snitch to the Feds. Or maybe it’s someone looking for revenge because I killed someone close to them. Or maybe they’re not as good as I think. I’ve been insanely distracted these last few months. My mind’s been twisted up by my new, unyielding obsession.
Ali Greene. The girl who changed everything.
An eighteen-year-old college student studying psychology and early childhood development. Her divine beauty has been seared into my mind, haunting me every second she’s out of my sight.
I first saw her eighty-six days ago when she was coming out of Serene Sips, the local coffee shop. I was on break from my security guard job at a small hedge fund when she walked past, and it was like the world suddenly went into slow motion. She had an ochre yellow purse over one shoulder and a To-Go cup in her hand. And when my eyes locked on to her, a sensation so brutal and lascivious hit me that my hands clenched tight and my palms bled.
Right then, I knew I had to have her.
No other man will touch her. And if they try, the old me will come out. I’ll take them apart and bury them where no one will ever find them. After all, I am a killer. I’ve tried to build a new, normal life for myself here in the small town of Gatree, Iowa, and I was doing pretty well. Until I saw her.
Then everything changed.
Ali dug up emotions inside of me I was sure I’d entombed long ago.
I may have managed to put my serial-killer past behind me, but now I’m a stalker.
Her stalker.
I tried to keep my distance at first, stalking her from afar with my binoculars, watching her every night for months on end while stroking myself to completion, fouling my hands with my hot release. But it just wasn’t enough. So one night, I crept into her bedroom, just to make sure she hadn’t snuck a guy in there with her somehow.
As I stared at her lying there asleep, the need to take her was overwhelming.
Just do it, a terrible voice in my head urged.
What could she really do if when she woke up, I was stuffing my swollen cock into her tiny little virgin cunt, my hand over her mouth to stifle her screams? Absolutely nothing. I could overpower her without using even half my strength.
I may be a stalker and an ex-hitman, but even I know that would be wrong.
I worship Ali. Cherish her. I can’t just take her because I can. Even if she would love every second of it. Christ, I’d fuck her so hard she wouldn’t even be able to protest because she’d be too busy coming over and over.
What I need to do is remove myself from her life completely.
All I’m going to do is ruin her. Sully her innocence.
I’m a murderer. She’s an innocent little college girl. I’m twenty-nine. She’s eighteen. We’re oil and water. I’ve seen too much life, she’s seen too little. I’ve never had an issue getting girls–not that I ever wanted to keep any of them for more than a few fucks. Ali, on the other hand, is pure. A virgin. Don’t ask me how I know. I just do.