Page 17 of My Masked Stalker (Beautiful Stalkers #1)

KILLIAN

I spend most of the night watching Emily sleep. It’s not the first time I’m doing it, but it’s the first time she accepts me being here. Our limbs are tangled under the blankets, and she’s lying on my chest, her palm petting me in her sleep. Just like a kitten.

The sun starts filtering through the leaves and curtains, an errant ray slowly climbing up her cheek.

By the time it reaches her eyes, she’ll be awake, and the moment will be gone.

I want to spend every night like this, with my Red in my arms, but I don’t know how deep into our lives the Black Ash syndicate plunged.

Do they know where I live? Do they know about Emily?

My grip tightens around her, and she squirms, her brow furrowing delicately. My beautiful girl. Mine.

When my phone buzzes on the nightstand, I reach one arm up carefully, making sure I don’t jostle Emily. She needs her sleep after what I put her body through. There’s an unread message from Ethan on my screen:

Got her out of your system yet?

My lip curls. This motherfucker. Before I can reply, another message comes:

Because if you haven’t, you might not want to let her go home. You’ve got two Black Ash hitters tearing through her place.

Did I just have a motherfucking premonition? I squeeze the phone so hard the casing creaks. They’re all dead. I’ll rip them to fucking shreds.

“Killian?” A sweet voice breaks through the murderous haze. “Is something wrong?”

I close my eyes. I need to tell my girl that goons broke into her grandmother’s apartment because they’re after me. I look down at her sleep-soft face, her gray eyes barely open against the morning light, peering up at me innocently.

Fuck it.

“The gunshot wound on my thigh,” I begin. “It’s from a job gone bad. The target was on to us. They set an ambush for me, and I barely made it out.”

Emily gasps and sits up. The serious, startled expression she’s wearing contrasts with the fact that her gorgeous tits are now uncovered and begging for my mouth.

“Are you in danger?” she asks, bringing me back to the conversation. I’ve never been this distracted before I met her. She’s the fucking danger.

“It seems I’m not the only one,” I answer slowly. “The scumbag terrorists we’re after just broke into your apartment, either looking for me, or looking for leverage to draw me out.”

She covers her mouth with her hand, her skin draining of color so fast, I’m worried she’ll faint.

“But… how do they know about me? It’s not like we were holding hands in Central Park!” Her voice breaks, and my need to break some bones ramps up.

“This is an international criminal organization with ties to the government here and overseas. Their resources are unlimited.” I grit my teeth and take Emily’s hand. “You’re moving in with me.”

My girl blinks at me, then lets out a hysterical giggle.

“You’re kidding?” she says breathily. “I don’t even know your last name. This is the first time I’m seeing you in daylight. And we’ve never even been on a date.”

I narrow my eyes at her protest. “My last name’s Cross.

Get used to it, baby, you’ll be using it soon enough.

” Her jaw unhinges, but I don’t give her time to argue.

“I’ll take you on a Caribbean vacation for our honeymoon, and you can have as many dates as you want, even in the daylight.

But from now on,” I continue, my voice growing hard, “you sleep in my bed. Period.”

She shakes her head in a daze. “This can’t be happening.”

“It’s happening.”

“I’m not giving up my apartment,” she says stubbornly, her lower lip jutting out. “It’s the last thing my grandma gave me before she died.”

“You don’t have to give it up, baby, but you’re not going to be living in it. My place has better security, and if you don’t like it, we’ll get a house somewhere.” I lift an eyebrow at her. “Maybe you can give it to your friend to use. You want her to have a place to herself, don’t you?”

Emily blinks a few times before her nose scrunches up.

“You really know everything about me, don’t you?” she asks in resigned disbelief. “Nothing is private.”

“You don’t need privacy from me,” I say dismissively. Every part of her belongs to me.

Her eyebrows raise in challenge, some of her bravado coming back.

“Does that mean you don’t need privacy from me? You’ll tell me everything?”

I grin at her sassiness, but my voice is deadpan when I answer. “You don’t want to know everything, sweetheart. You won’t be able to sleep at night.”

Her throat works as she swallows, and it makes me want to flood it with my cum.

If I’ve learned anything over the last couple of months, it’s that I have no impulse control when it comes to my Little Red.

My hands are on her waist before she can answer, and I pull her on top of me, her perfect, round ass swaying in front of my face.

“What are you doing?” she squeaks as she tips over, bracing herself on her hands on each side of my body.

“I’m feeding you breakfast,” I snarl, pulling away the blankets and revealing my already-hard dick.

“We’re not done with our conversation!” she snaps, fierce as a kitten baring claws. “I’m not moving in with you!”

I laugh, pushing her shoulders down toward my hips. “Good luck saying no with your mouth full of my cock, baby.”

She makes outraged noises, but her lips still part when the tip brushes against them.

“Th—this argument isn’t—” she sputters.

“Argument?” I ask derisively. “Sweetheart, the only thing you’re arguing with is your gag reflex.”

Her nails dig into my thighs, but she doesn’t pull back. She never does. I can feel her fighting with herself, see her pussy getting wetter right in front of my eyes. I need to shut down the chit chat so I can have my breakfast too.

“You think I’m asking?” I rasp, my hips flexing up. “You’re already mine, Emily. All I’m doing now is putting you where you belong. Under my roof, in my bed, and on my cock.”

She’s trying to form words around my rod, muffled protests vibrating against me, but her throat works anyway, swallowing. Her pride says no, her body says yes.

“Mm. That’s my good girl. You’ll swallow this argument just like you swallow me.”

Before she can bolt upright, I wrap my arms around her hips and haul her down onto me. Her soft thighs frame my face, her slick heat hovering just inches away. One inhale, and I’m gone. Fuuuuck . Vanilla, musk, pure Emily.

Any argument she had left dissolves into a moan the second my tongue slides between her folds. She jerks, thighs squeezing around my head, but I hold her down tight, sucking on her clit until she forgets how to breathe.

“Fuck, you taste better than coffee,” I growl against her, my words rumbling through her pussy.

She gags on my dick in answer, and the vibrations make me grunt, hips flexing higher. Her fingernails scrape over my thighs, but instead of pushing away, she drags herself lower, taking more of me down her throat. Good fucking girl.

I lap at her hungrily, licking her slit like I’m starving, then spearing my tongue inside to feel her clench. She writhes above me, torn between choking on my cock and falling apart on my mouth.

“That’s it,” I groan, grinding her clit against my tongue while her throat milks me. “Swallow me, Emily. Drown me. Let’s see who gives up first.”

Her muffled whimper is pure surrender. She’s dripping all over my chin, her honey running down to my neck, and I can’t stop, I won’t stop until she gives me every last drop.

Her body starts to tremble over me, thighs shaking against my jaw, and I know she’s right at the edge. I growl into her cunt, my tongue lashing her clit mercilessly, sucking until she can’t hold back anymore.

She chokes around my cock, her body seizing as her orgasm crashes through her. Her muffled scream vibrates down my length, and it’s the last straw for me.

“Fuck, yes,” I snarl, driving deep into her throat as I spill.

Her whimpers buzz around my cock as I flood her mouth with hot jets of cum.

At the same time, her pussy gushes, soaking my face, my tongue lapping up everything she gives me.

She convulses, clenching and squirting against me, her body bucking even as she chokes on my release.

We fall apart together, my cock twitching in her throat while my tongue wrings every last tremor from her pussy.

When I finally ease her down, turning and pulling her trembling body up my chest, her lips are wet, her chin slick, her breath ragged. But mine isn’t any steadier.

“Breakfast of champions,” I rasp with a grin, licking her taste off my lips.

She smacks my chest weakly. Her eyes are glazed, her voice hoarse. “You’re insane.”

I catch her chin, tilt her face up to mine, and kiss her hard, sharing the mix of us on our tongues.

“No, sweetheart,” I whisper against her lips. “I’m yours.”