Page 16 of My Masked Stalker (Beautiful Stalkers #1)

EMILY

K illian sets me down next to the huge tub, then crouches down to unzip my boots.

“I can do that,” I rush to say, watching with alarm as stitches stretch over the wound on his thigh.

“Baby,” he scoffs. “I just took you like a goddamned animal, fucking orgasm after orgasm out of that tight snatch. I think getting your boots off won’t kill me.”

I feel my ears burning. God, the mouth on this man. No one has ever spoken to me like that before. I don’t think anyone I dated even had the balls to pull off half of the filth that comes out of Killian’s mouth with such ease.

Once my boots are off, he removes my cloak and helps me out of the corset, the last ties desperately trying to keep the garment on me. My skirt is still whole, but he pushes it down, too, leaving me completely naked in bright light in front of him for the first time… that I know of, at least.

He looks at me, his gaze moving from my breasts to the juncture of my thighs, and growls a low, menacing sound. “Anyone else sees you like this, I’ll kill them.”

With anyone else, I’d think it’s an empty threat. But I know this man killed at least two people I knew, though I doubt my neighbor was out of jealousy. By all accounts, he preferred them younger. And male.

A sudden thought hits me, and I gasp. “Please don’t threaten my gynecologist,” I blurt out. “He’s pushing seventy and has a granddaughter my age.”

My stalker pinches the bridge of his nose, the corners of his lips twitching. “Stop talking about him then.”

I snort, then cover my mouth. “I’m going crazy,” I admit to myself, to him. “You make me feel like I’m absolutely insane. No normal person would be okay with this.”

“Don’t talk about my girl that way,” Killian says with a psychotic smile, before he bends to pick me up again, this time laying me in the bubbling tub.

I groan as each new centimeter of my skin gets swallowed by hot, soapy water, even when it makes the cuts on my palms sting.

He takes a loofah out of the cupboard next to the tub and soaks it in soapy water before running it over my shoulders.

“Aren’t you coming in?” I ask shyly. Though you’d think he’d have fucked the shyness right out of me in the woods earlier.

“In a moment, baby,” he replies with an unusually subdued smile. “I’m enjoying watching bubbles glide over your curves.”

When he brings the slightly scratchy material over my breasts, lingering on my nipples, I shiver despite the hot water, squirming in the tub.

“Are you a needy little girl, Emily?” he growls, the low timbre of his voice echoing in my bones.

I squeeze my eyes shut and nod, pressing my thighs together. I can’t believe I’m still horny after he forced me to come so many times.

He moves the loofah lower, over my belly, stopping at the juncture of my thighs where my legs are pressed firmly together. When I look at him, I see one dark eyebrow come up imperiously.

“Let me in, Red,” he commands, his voice unyielding.

“I’m not Red anymore,” I challenge like a brat, even though my voice sounds completely breathless. “The costume’s on the floor.”

Killian’s lips part into a vicious grin. It makes me yearn for him to kiss me again.

“You’ll always be my Red, sweetheart. And I’ll always be your wolf.”

As if reading my mind, he leans forward and takes my mouth with his, parting my lips and conquering me with his tongue.

Moaning, I let my legs part, and he doesn’t waste a second.

The loofah rubs against my pussy, the pleats spreading my lower lips, teasing my clit.

I gasp into Killian’s mouth, my hands coming up to clutch at his broad shoulders, my fingers slipping as I try to hold on.

“You like that?” he snarls against my lips, his hand picking up speed.

I feel his other arm flexing under my touch, and I know he’s jerking off as he drives me insane with the loofah between my legs.

When I don’t answer, he catches my lower lip with his teeth.

The sting makes me flinch back. “Answer me, Red.”

“Yes. Yes! But…” I hesitate, not knowing how to say what I need.

Killian pulls back and stops, making me whine in disappointment.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart, or you won’t get anything,” he threatens.

I pull my lower lip into my mouth, wincing when I rub against the small cut he made. When Killian drops the loofah and wraps a hand around my throat, my mouth falls open in shock and fear.

“I can’t stand watching you bite your lip anymore, Emily,” he grits out between clenched teeth. “It makes me want to hurt you so good.”

“K—Killian,” I sputter out, pulling on his wrists.

He eases his grip infinitesimally, his face set in self-satisfied lines.

“Yes, Emily? Are you going to tell me what you need?”

I nod hastily. “I… I need your c—cock, but…”

He narrows his gorgeous blue eyes at me. No killer should look this beautiful. “But what?”

“But… I’m still sore from… Could we…”

Killian sighs, his fingers flexing around my throat in warning. “Speak up, Emily. Or I’ll shut you up with my dick.”

My cheeks heat up, picturing him gagging me with that beautiful monster. I shut my eyes against his gaze.

“I want you to, f—fuck my ass,” I finally say, the words coming out in one breathless string of sounds.

After a moment of silence, I open my eyes to see him blink twice. Then his lips slowly spread into that wolfish smile that just fits him perfectly.

“Well, well,” he purrs. “My little kindergarten teacher is an anal slut.”

Embarrassed but also relieved to have it out there, I nod and roll my lips together, mindful not to bite.

“I’ll fuck your tight little ass as much as you want, sweetheart,” he says, and stands up. As he does, I see his dick is already wet with precum. “And then I’ll keep going. You’re not going to be able to sit in class without thinking of me.”

Flushing, I lick my lips, unable to tear my eyes away from his member. Do I really want that big cock in my ass? I don’t think I have a choice anymore, not when I opened that door.

“Scoot forward,” he orders me, and climbs into the tub behind me. We’re going to do it like this, right here?

I only ever did anal in doggy style, the few times a guy was actually brave enough to ask for it. I never could, worried what they’d think of me. For some reason, I don’t believe Killian would ever give me a reason to be ashamed of my needs.

I almost purr when his slick skin slides against mine, his legs trapping me from either side, his dick pressing against my lower back.

“Lean forward,” he murmurs, and I obey without hesitation.

I hear a bottle opening, then smell vanilla at the same time as a dollop of colder liquid hits my back.

Killian’s calloused hands start rubbing soothing circles into my skin, and when he presses in a bit harder, I moan, my head lolling on my shoulders.

Chuckling, he starts massaging in earnest. “You’re my little kitten, aren’t you? Mine to take care of.”

I sigh happily, for a moment forgetting I just got chased through a corn maze by this man, followed by the dark woods, where he literally ensnared me.

Then his hands start moving lower, over my sides, slickening up my breasts.

He adds more oil and tugs on my nipples, twisting them until I’m pushing my ass back against him.

Killian laughs darkly and presses down on my shoulders until I’m braced on my hands.

I hear him squeeze more liquid into his hands, then feel it hit my lower back, where it starts to slide down where I need it.

His fingertips start rubbing the oil over my opening, gently pressing inside.

Then he breaches me up to a knuckle and I breathe out a gust of air.

“Easy, baby. I’ve only just begun.”

His voice makes my insides clench, and he must feel it too, because he huffs out another laugh. Soon, he’s stretching me with one finger, then two, scissoring them inside me. I’m panting now, pushing back against the dark pleasure his hand is bringing me.

“Is that good, sweetheart?” Killian asks. “You like me fingering this tight asshole?”

“Yes,” I moan like a hussy, completely shameless, giving in to my need. “More, please.”

It’s not long until Killian’s knuckles are slamming against my crevice, and I’m all but drooling from the pleasure.

“Could you…” I whisper, but he must hear me, because he stops what he’s doing and leans in.

“Could I what, Red?”

I squeeze my eyes shut, though he can’t see my face right now anyway.

“Could you put your cock into my pussy while you do that?”

Killian growls and slaps my ass with his free hand. “You’re fucking perfect, Emily. My perfect little slut.”

Before I can prepare, he’s in both my holes up to the last knuckles, fucking them simultaneously. Now I really am drooling, the pressure inside me building faster than it ever has. It almost feels dangerous in its intensity, and my pulse goes wild as I get the urge to bear down and push.

“Oh, god, Killian!” I scream as the first wave hits me like a freight train, taking over my senses.

Vaguely, I hear splashing and my stalker’s satisfied groan. “Fuck yeah, baby, squirt for me.”

I’m still clenching when Killian replaces the hand in my pussy with his cock, pushing through the resistance, making it hurt because I really am sore, but fuck it if I care right now.

“Like this, Emily?” he asks savagely, his fingers fucking my ass as he grinds his cock inside my pussy. He can’t get the same angle as before, but it’s enough for my first orgasm to transition into a second, longer one.

“Please,” I slur when my ears stop ringing.

“Please, what?” he asks, punctuating the question with another slap.

“Oh! Please! Fuck my ass, Killian,” I beg shamelessly.

“Fuck, yes,” he growls. “I’m gonna fill this little hole with my cum just like I did your pussy.”

His filthy words bring on another aftershock, and my whole body shudders. I hear him squeeze the bottle of oil again, and then the tip of his cock is against my butt. Impatiently, I wiggle back, helping him breach that first, tight ring.

“Easy, baby, you’ll hurt yourself,” he chastises me, his fingers digging into my hips as he holds me still.

“No,” I whine, sitting back on his lap until he’s fully inside me.

“Ffffuuuuck,” he hisses, his hands clenching, bruising me, his cock twitching inside my ass. “You’re so fucking hot, Emily. Fuck yourself on my dick.”

Needing no further invitation, I start rocking against him, riding him reverse cowgirl as he tunnels into my ass.

I know the moment my stalker’s control snaps.

Killian lifts my body up, forcing me to grab hold of the tub’s edges for balance as he pistons up into me, brutal and unrelenting.

The oil makes every thrust glide deeper, hotter, stretching me until I’m gasping, my body caught between scalding water and the burn of his cock splitting me open.

“Killian! Oh god!” I cry, but he only growls, chest vibrating against my slick back as he folds me forward.

“You wanted this,” he hisses, teeth scraping my shoulder. “Now you take every inch. Feel how deep I am, sweetheart. You’ll never forget I own this hole.”

I whimper, my thighs trembling, my tunnel clenching greedily around him, begging for more. His hand slaps against the water as he reaches between my legs, rubbing my clit with ruthless precision.

“Come on me again, Red. Milk my cock with this tight ass.”

The pressure detonates all at once, my body seizing in a violent orgasm that rips a scream from my throat. My pussy gushes into the hot bathwater, mixing with the bubbles, but Killian doesn’t stop. He slams up into me once, twice—then groans, guttural and raw, as he spills inside me.

His release floods me, molten heat pumping into my ass in thick waves, but Killian still keeps going. He grinds his cock deep, holding me flush against him like he can fuse us together. I whimper, trembling, every nerve ending raw.

“Too much,” I gasp, voice shaking. “Killian, I... Fuck, please!”

“Shhh,” he rasps into my ear. “You can take it. My good girl can always take more.”

I jolt when his thumb circles my clit again, sharp sparks tearing through me, unbearable in their intensity. My legs kick uselessly in the water, bubbles sloshing up the sides of the tub.

“Killian, I c—can’t!”

“Yes, you can,” he growls, hips snapping up into me, cock still thick and unforgiving inside my stretched ass. “I don’t care if you scream or sob, Emily. You’ll wring every drop out of me. You’ll remember that I don’t stop until your body’s wrecked for anyone else.”

My orgasm crashes again, savage and brutal, wracking me with convulsions so sharp I choke on my own cry. My pussy weeps, spasming violently, and still he doesn’t let up.

“That’s it,” he snarls, pinning my hips down as his thumb works mercilessly. “Drown me in it. Show me you belong to me.”

Tears blur my vision, my body shaking uncontrollably, but the pleasure rips through me in wave after wave, turning to agony, then back to bliss, until I can’t tell the difference. My voice breaks into incoherent sobs and moans, every sound stolen by his relentless drive.

When my head lolls forward, limp, Killian finally stops rubbing my clit. But he stays buried deep, holding me stuffed full, and presses his lips to my temple with a growl that’s somehow both dark and tender.

“Good girl,” he whispers, voice hoarse with pride and possession. “Broken open, filled, mine. Exactly where you’re supposed to be.”