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EDEN

W aking less than an hour after my encounter with Remy, I walk across the cold floor of Remy’s trailer, my body aching in ways that remind me of everything that happened. The bathroom light flickers as I stare at my reflection—hair wild, lips swollen, eyes glassy with a mix of exhaustion and lingering adrenaline.

“Who are you becoming?” I ask myself, tracing the marks on my neck. All those years studying the darkness in others, dissecting their psychological profiles, their motivations. Now, I’m living out my twisted fantasies.

My hands grip the edge of the small sink. The cool porcelain grounds me, but my mind keeps reverting to Remy in the other room. I know he’s awake because his presence is like an electric current through the thin walls.

I’ve interviewed countless criminals and delved into their minds through letters and recordings. I built my career on understanding the psychology of dangerous men, but none of them compared to him. None of them made me feel so alive, so seen in my own depravity.

My reflection shows someone I barely recognize anymore. The controlled, analytical Eden Love, who kept her fascination with killers safely academic, is gone. In her place is someone wild, who craves the danger she used to study from a safe distance.

I splash cold water on my face, but it does nothing to calm the fire under my skin.

My whole body thrums with the need for more, even as my muscles protest. The floor creaks under my feet as I shift my weight; I know he hears it. He knows that I’m awake and wanting. The hunter and the willing prey are caught in this dark dance we’ve created.

I step out of the bathroom and collide with solid muscle, my hands instinctively pressing against Remy’s bare chest. The impact knocks a small gasp from my lips. His skin burns hot under my palms, and my fingers twitch with the urge to trace the dark lines of his tattoos.

“Going somewhere?” His voice rumbles through his chest, and I feel it vibrate against my hands.

All I can do is stare up at him. His hair is deliciously disheveled like he’s been running his hands through it while I was in the bathroom. The sight makes my mouth go dry.

My body responds to his proximity like a magnet finding true north. Every nerve ending sparks to life, and I’m painfully aware of how little space exists between us. The familiar ache builds low in my belly as his scent surrounds me.

His massive frame blocks the entire hallway, and I know it’s deliberate. He’s caging me in, asserting his control, and God help me, but It only makes me want him more.

“You’re staring.” His lips curl into that dangerous smirk that has haunted my fantasies since I first saw it.

I should step back and maintain some dignity, but my hands disagree. They slide up his chest of their own accord, mapping the ridges of muscle I’ve photographed so many times in secret.

I gasp as Remy’s grip tightens around my wrist, his calloused fingers pressing into my pulse point. My heart hammers against my ribs as he leans close.

“You can’t possibly want more after earlier, little stalker.” The growl in his voice sends shivers down my spine.

Before I can respond, he spins me around in one fluid motion. My breath catches as he captures both my wrists behind my back, the movement swift and controlled. The wall meets my cheek with enough force to remind me of his strength, of how easily he could break me if he wanted.

My body trembles against the cold surface, trapped between it and the heat of his solid form. Every point of contact burns like a brand, marking me as his prey, his possession. I feel the vibration of his chest against my back as he makes that low sound again—half warning, half predator.

I can barely draw oxygen into my lungs with how he has me pinned, but the restriction only makes my head spin with need. I’ve dreamed of and written about this in my journal entries. The reality is much more intense than any fantasy my obsessed mind ever conjured.

His free hand slides down my stomach, and he growls again when he feels how wet I am. “You greedy little slut.” He tears down the shorts I’m wearing and slips his hand between my legs, stroking through my pussy.

“Don’t call me that.” My voice comes out breathless, struggling to keep myself upright as my knees weaken. “I’m not?—”

The sting of his palm against my ass cuts off my protest. “Greedy. Slutty. What else?”

My breath hitches as his fingers circle my clit, pressing and rubbing until I’m biting my lip to keep from crying out. I feel the weight of his chest against my back and know he’s enjoying every second of this.

“You want more,” he whispers. “Say it.”

“I... please...” I can’t even finish the thought; my mind is lost.

“Please, what?” He thrusts two fingers inside me and leans forward, his teeth grazing my shoulder. “Say it, and I might just give you what you crave.”

My hands clench into fists, my nails digging into my skin as my body responds to him as if I were always his. “I need more,” I choke out, arching back against him.

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you.” He pulls his fingers out and slowly drags them up my body, tracing patterns on my overheated skin. “Might have to teach you some manners.”

He spins me around to face him, his grip like steel around my wrists. His gaze flickers over me, devouring, assessing. I know he’s taking in my flushed skin, my swollen lips, and the way I’m trembling from my own need.

His fingers twist into my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat. I swallow as his lips brush over my pulse point. “Say it again.”

“I need more,” I whisper, my eyes fluttering shut as his tongue traces the column of my throat.

“More what?” He tightens his grip in my hair, his eyes searching mine.

The words feel dirty leaving my mouth, but I say them anyway. “More of you.”

“Fuck.” His breath comes out rough, and he hauls me against him, kissing me hard.

His mouth crushes mine, taking everything I have to give and then some. My wrists burn in his grip, but I don’t care. I kiss him back with a desperation that matches his own, my body molding to his.

Remy pushes me back against the wall, holding me there with his hips as he thrusts his solid cock against me through his tight boxer briefs. The pain of my arms being stretched above my head only adds to the intense, aching hunger that coils tighter and tighter inside me.

His teeth nip at my lower lip, and I moan, needing more of that bite, more of everything. “Please,” I whisper against his lips. “I need you inside me.”

He stills, his eyes searching mine. “You think you can handle more of me?”

My heart pounds in my chest, threatening to crack my ribs. “Yes.”

Remy’s eyes flare with heat, and he releases my wrists only to grip my thighs, lifting me off the ground. My legs instinctively wrap around his hips, pressing our bodies together.

I’m pulsing with need, every inch of my skin electric with anticipation. His eyes hold a challenge, silently daring me to keep going down this path.

“That’s it. Show me how bad you want it.”

I answer by grinding against his hard length. The rough fabric of his boxer briefs rubs against my slit, making me whimper. I arch against the wall, begging for more.

His eyes darken at the sound. In one swift motion, he drops his briefs. His broad hands yank at my ass cheeks, baring me to his gaze as he holds me out against the wall. I’m already so wet, and my thighs clench at the fleeting feel of his fingertips.

Remy groans, and I release a shaky breath, knowing that his thickness is about to fill me. His hands shift me, positioning me so his tip rests against my entrance. I’m so ready that he glides in with ease, the smooth slide of flesh on flesh.

A strangled cry escapes my throat as he fills me. He’s thick and long, and it feels incredible. Being impaled against the wall by this masculine force triggers something animalistic within.

“Fuck,” he grunts, his head thrown back as he pulls almost all the way out before slamming back into me.

He’s relentless, pounding into me with each thrust, all restraint abandoned. The hard impacts shove my back into the cold wall as he takes what he wants.

I meet his relentless rhythm, my nails digging into his shoulders. This isn’t gentle. It’s raw and dirty and perfect. Our bodies find a natural cadence—a perfect push and pull of urgent need.

His deep grunts echo in the small space, mixing with my whimpers and the wet sound of our bodies coming together. His fingers bite into my hips, and I feel him everywhere—filling me, surrounding me, consuming me.

“Greedy little whore,” he rasps, his lips ghosting over my ear. “You’re so tight around me, Eden.”

His pace is frantic, his grip bruising. I’m barely aware of anything beyond this overwhelming need to be fucked by him, to be used until I’m a quivering mess. Remy pushes me higher and higher, spiraling me toward a release that will shatter me.

“You like it rough, don’t you, little stalker?” He leans back, looking down at where we’re joined. “Bet you touch yourself thinking about this, about me fucking you like this.”

“Yes...” I hiss, my eyes clenched shut as he hits that spot inside me. “God, Remy, please...”

He groans at the sound of his name on my lips, his thrusts becoming uneven. His forearm braces against the wall next to my head as he slams into me, using his body to pin me in place, his hips flush against mine. The solid weight of him feels incredible, blocking out everything except the demanding pulse between my legs.

“I’ve been thinking about this since the first moment I saw you watching me.” He punctuates each word with a brutal thrust. “Fantasizing about lifting you up and down my cock like a fucking slutty little doll.”

His words only add fuel to the fire, making me clench around him as my orgasm builds. I bite my lip, fighting for control, wanting to draw this out as long as possible. But with each filthy word from his lips, with each brutal thrust of his hips, he tears another shred of control from my grasp.

“Come for me.” It’s not a request but a command my body can’t deny.

My release shatters me, my back arching as pleasure washes over me in violent waves. My cunt pulses and clenches around his thick cock.

He doesn’t stop, thrusting deep and hard, his eyes never leaving mine. My back slams against the wall, each impact jolting through me, building the pressure. His hands grip my hips, marking me with bruises that I’ll cherish later.

His cock pulses inside me, and I feel the warmth of his release. My whole body tenses as he fills me, my muscles clenching around him in response. Remy buries his face in my neck, his breathing ragged, but he doesn’t stop moving.

I’m greedy for more, my body on edge, still craving every last bit of him. He seems to know this because he keeps thrusting until every drop is spent. I’m boneless, sated, but still desperate. I can’t get enough.

Remy doesn’t speak. He carries me back to his bed, his semi-hard dick still nestled inside me. He lowers us onto the mattress, my legs still wrapped around his waist and the entire length of his body pressed to mine. I savor the feeling of him stretching me, owning me.

He nuzzles into my neck, his stubble grazing my sensitive skin. “Your greedy little pussy can keep my dick warm for the night.” His voice is deep and rough, sending shivers down my spine. “A pacifier for your whorish tendencies.”

At his words, I can’t help but moan. The sensation of being filled, surrounded by him, combined with his dirty talk, has me leaking again.

Remy chuckles darkly, his hips rolling slightly, his cock giving a twitch inside me. “Fuck, you really are insatiable.” He bites my earlobe and whispers, “My own little sex doll.”

I listen to the sound of his heart, feeling his pulse in time with mine. At this moment, surrounded by the scent of sex and the warmth of his skin, I feel safe in a way that makes no sense. Outside of this trailer, beyond this carnival, people are disappearing, and I’m fairly certain Remy has something to do with it.

Yet here I am, nestled in the arms of the man I’ve stalked, the object of my obsession. I’ve invaded his space, crossed boundaries that would make anyone else run for the hills, yet he’s holding me now.

Something is calming about this moment, something that feels almost domestic. Remy, the dangerous enigma I’ve been stalking, now holds me like I’m precious. A rush of conflicted emotions wash over me as his lips press against my skin. I can’t deny that I want more of this, even knowing it’s a dangerous fantasy that will likely shatter with the coming morning light.

Remy exhales, his breath tickling the fine hairs on my neck, and I feel him relax. My eyelids grow heavy as I trace the lines of his tattoos, committing them to memory.

My pussy clenches around his cock, which is still embedded deep inside me, and my thighs instinctively tighten against his hips. My body craves more even as my mind slips toward sleep. A soft sigh escapes my lips, and I snuggle closer.

I blink, fighting to keep my eyes open, wanting to memorize this moment. The moonlight streaming through the window casts a soft glow on Remy’s face, softening his sharp edges.

My eyelids flutter and drift closed. Our mingled scent envelops me in a heady cloud.

The lingering excitement from our explosive encounter fades into a pleasant ache throughout my body. I feel sated, fulfilled, and the soft throb between my legs reminds me of what a good fuck he is.

I drift deeper, falling into a dreamless sleep. In the nothingness of sleep, I’m safe.