Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 136048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Holy fucking shit.
This isn’t Elias. It’s my masked stalker, the man Knight had me committed to a psych ward to get rid of, the man for whom I take meds every day to ensure he can never return. Only those meds haven’t been taken. I’ve washed them down the sink or flushed them down the toilet, leaving my consciousness defenseless.
“It’s you,” I breathe, keeping my tone low.
As he strides toward me, I instinctively back up, my heart racing faster than ever before, but he moves too swiftly, and when my back hits the living room wall, he steps right into me, towering over me with those dark, deadly eyes locked on mine.
“It seems somebody is trying to claim what belongs to me.”
I shake my head. “Not yours.”
He reaches for the delicate fabric of my sleep shirt and lifts it up until he finds the letters he carved into my skin, the raised scars spelling out a single word that has haunted me since the very first day this began—M I N E.
“Perhaps it’s time I remind you where your loyalties should lie.”
Raising my chin, I look him dead in the eye. “You’re a figment of my imagination. A nobody. I don’t belong to you, and the second you give me what I want—which you will, by the way—I’ll be ending this and giving myself to the man I truly belong to. No more twisted games. No more fucking with my head. You can’t hurt me anymore.”
A deep laugh rumbles through his chest as he grips my chin in a bruising hold. “It looks like my pretty little kitten has finally discovered how to use her claws.”
“You’re not getting anything out of me. All I need to know is how to end this with Elias. Tell me what I need to know, and then you need to leave and never come back.”
His gaze darkens from within the terrifying mask, his hands dropping to my hips and clutching tight. “Mmmm. So feisty.”
“How do I end it?”
He whips me around until my chest is pressed hard against the wall, his large body moving right in behind me until I feel the hardness of his cock grinding against my ass, and I have to remind myself that none of this is real. He can’t hurt me. It’s all in my head. There’s no blade in his hand. No fucked-up bloodied rose. He’s nothing more than a hallucination.
“You don’t, kitten. You let the vile man claim you. You let him take you and violate you in every way, you let him end you, because that’s what you want deep down, isn’t it? You deserve it. After all, the good doctor is dead because of you. The SWAT officer. Gone. And it’s all your fault.”
I shove back against him, but he presses harder, his cock grinding against my ass. “Tell me this isn’t what you want,” he purrs in my ear as my body begins to respond to his skilled touch. “This isn’t why you called me here?”
I swallow over the growing lump in my throat. “No,” I say, but my voice shakes, and suddenly I have no idea what I want. It was always so good with him, so explosive and powerful. He has nothing on Knight, but he knows exactly what I need and when I need it. Though I suppose that has everything to do with the fact that he literally lives rent-free inside my head.
“You don’t exist.”
He scoffs as his hand plunges inside my sleep shorts and immediately thrusts into my soaking core, his thick, skilled fingers making my whole body tremble with pleasure. “No?” he questions, his fingers splitting inside me and massaging my walls with tantalizing strokes that make my knees buckle beneath me. “You don’t feel that?”
“Fuuuuck,” I groan, my hands pressed against the wall.
He doesn’t stop, and soon enough, my eyelids begin fluttering as his thumb joins the party, pressing against my clit and rubbing tight, needy circles with just the right amount of pressure. “What did I tell you, kitten? There’s nowhere you can hide from me. Nowhere you can run. I will always keep coming for you. Always find you,” he tells me as his fingers curl just right. “There’s no escaping me, Harper. You belong to me.”
I shake my head as waves of pleasure crash through me like a tsunami. “I belong to Knight.”
“No,” he growls in my ear, his fingers thrusting deeper, wilder. “Mine!”
“I’ve never been yours.”
“Tell me you want to play my game,” he insists, a desperation in his dark tone, as if trying to push me over the edge, trying to weaken my mindset and any progress we’ve achieved in therapy, but it won’t work. Knight has brought me too far.
“Oh, I want to play your game alright, but not with you,” I tell him. “You’re not the one I want. You’re not the one I give myself to every night. Not the one who feasts between my thighs. He’s the man I come home to. He’s the man who holds my heart in the palm of his hand, and it’s his soul that’s bound to mine. Not you. Never you.”