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  My muscles tensed, and his words played through my mind over and over again as my tired brain attempted to understand. “My father paid my expenses,” I finally answered.

  “Wrong answer,” he rasped. “Stalker paid for it, and he sent the occasional messages to see if you were okay…they were all me, Kate. I’m sorry. It was never your father, and I never meant for you to think that I was him.”

  His words cut deep, and it took me a minute to figure it all out. In the end, I concluded that my father had never sought me out at all. Not even to see if I was okay after my mother had died.

  He’d never covered my college education.

  He’d never helped with the expense, even though he’d had access to plenty of money that he spent like it belonged to him.

  In fact, my father had never given me a second thought. Ever.

  “Then my father truly never gave a damn. Not even enough to help me through college,” I said, pain vibrating in my voice.

  “I’m so damn sorry,” he said again. “But it was never my intent to try to trick you—”

  “No! Don’t!” I interrupted him, choking out the words. “I needed to know. Otherwise, I’d always assume that it was him, and I’d keep mourning the relationship I thought we might have someday.”

  The pain in my chest was too acute, too sharp, and I was breathing raggedly to keep myself from crying.

  I continued speaking because I couldn’t stop, even though it was agonizing. “He never loved me. I knew it. I always knew it, especially when my mom and I were half-starving. The bastard never gave me a second thought. But I guess because I believed he was paying for my education, there was always some stupid, tiny hope in the back of my mind that he might learn to care. He didn’t. So I don’t have to wonder what might have happened if he hadn’t died. I don’t have to feel guilty that I didn’t see him before he had his heart attack. I don’t have to feel anything.”

  I was panting by the time I got finished saying the words that I needed to accept.

  Stalker had been behind everything, and that man was not my parent.

  My father had never given a shit about how his only child would survive.

  Honestly, the revelation wasn’t all that shocking, even though it hurt like a bitch.

  “It wasn’t you, Kate. It was never you. Your father was a narcissist. He didn’t know how to love anybody,” Stalker said in a coarse tone.

  As I started to sob, I realized that I’d been suffocated with guilt about what had never been with my father, and I’d always blamed myself.

  Maybe if I’d been a little prettier…

  Maybe if I hadn’t been a geek…

  Maybe if I was a little more popular in school…

  Maybe if I wasn’t a klutz at every sport I tried to play instead of a shy, scholastic overachiever.

  Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

  I’d turned myself inside out since I was a kid, wondering what I’d ever done to make him ignore me so totally and completely.

  Stalker used a powerful arm and turned me until I had my face in his chest, crying a river into whatever was obscuring my sight.

  “I’m sorry,” I said as I recovered. “I’m glad you told me. But I’m not sure what to do about everything you’ve done. I didn’t know—”

  “You’re not doing a damn thing,” he insisted in demanding voice. “I wanted to help you. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have done it.”

  “Why did you?” I asked in a breathless voice. “Please help me understand. All of this is confusing. And it’s crazy.”

  “It’s not really,” he answered hoarsely. “I’ve always been drawn to you for some damn reason. I’ve always been attracted to you.”

  “Then why can’t you just tell me who you are? It’s pretty obvious that I’m attracted to you, too. Why does everything have to be a mystery?”

  “I don’t want to talk about that,” he rasped, his breathing heavier than it was before.

  “Well, too bad. Because I want to talk about it. Do you know what it feels like to know I gave my virginity to a guy who is still nameless? The only explanation I can find is that you’re already married, or in a relationship. Or maybe running from the law.”

  For all I knew, he could be a rich member of the mob.

  “Does it matter?” he asked urgently.

  “It does to me.”

  “Fuck!” he cursed, his body tensing up. “I’m not any of those things, Kate, I swear. I didn’t know you were a virgin, and I should have left you the hell alone. But I couldn’t after I saw you on the dock. You were so damn torn up, so much that I could feel your fucking pain. You should have had somebody there with you. But I knew I couldn’t be that guy. I shouldn’t have touched you, because once I did, I knew I was screwed.”

  I wrapped my arms around his neck. Stalker said he could sense my pain, and the funny thing was, I could feel his, too, even though I couldn’t see his face. The anguish was radiating from his body, and it made me want to soothe it somehow.

  “I don’t regret it,” I confessed against the side of his neck. “Losing my virginity was so much better than I thought it could ever be. It showed me what I was missing. I didn’t even know my body could react like that.”

  Problem was, I wanted Stalker to be that guy. I didn’t know what screwed up force of nature was drawing us together, but being with him felt as natural as breathing, and my body reacted to his every touch.

  “I want you, Kate. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t,” he said in a deep, raspy voice as he nuzzled my neck.

  “Then take what you want,” I challenged, the feel of his hot mouth trailing down my neck sending shockwaves through my body that pooled white-hot between my thighs.

  “I didn’t come here to fuck you,” he said irritably, like he was fighting his own demons.

  I knew I deserved so much more than some nighttime phantom lover, but if one more night with Stalker was all I had, I was going to take it and enjoy it.

  Tomorrow I’d make myself forget that this man existed.

  Tomorrow I’d be stronger.

  But tonight, I was raw and vulnerable, and the only thing I wanted was him. “Maybe you didn’t come here to have sex, but we both want the same thing,” I purred as I lifted my leg and wrapped it around his waist.

  That’s all it took for Stalker to finally snap.

  Chapter 5

  Kate

  My breath whooshed out of my lungs as I landed flat on my back, with Stalker on top of me.

  “I didn’t come here for this, Kate, but I’ll be damned if I’ll say no,” he rasped beside my ear. “I want you too damn much.”

  The need in his voice turned me on so much that my body responded like it was already on fire. I couldn’t see, but I could feel his weight heavy and very welcome on top of me. “Fuck me,” I encouraged as I reached for my blindfold.

  “Don’t!” he growled as he wrapped a powerful hand around my wrist.

  “I want to see you,” I whimpered.

  “Not tonight!” he said forcefully. “But I’m going to make up for every single thing I didn’t do in the boathouse. And I’m going to see you.”

  Another flush of sizzling heat flowed between my legs. I was so wet that all I wanted was his enormous cock inside my body. What didn’t he do in the boathouse? Just the images of that night were driving me crazy, spurring me on to feel the way I had when he’d taken my virginity.

  I wanted to feel beautiful.

  I wanted to feel like a temptress.

  I wanted to experience what it felt like to be as close to a guy as I had with this man that night.

  “What are you doing?” I squeaked as I felt my wrists being encircled by soft fabric.

  “You don’t need to see, Kate. You just need to feel,” he demanded. “Trust me.”

  I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel just a little uncomfortable as I yanked at my wrists and discovered that they weren’t going to get to the blindfold. In fact, they weren’t going to move muc
h at all.

  Trust me?

  Did I trust Stalker?

  It seemed that I didn’t have much choice.

  “I want my hands back,” I said breathlessly.

  I shivered as I felt his hot breath against my ear. “You started this, beautiful. Now it goes my way.”

  I pulled harder. My bondage was soft, but it was secure.

  “I trust you,” I said in a rush as his mouth caressed the sensitive skin of my neck. “I just wish you trusted me enough to tell me who you are.”

  “I’m the guy who’s going to make you come so hard you won’t even know your own name,” he answered roughly against my skin.

  Maybe I’d wanted him to share something with me so I didn’t feel so damn vulnerable. But at the moment, the feel of him was enough.

  I gasped as the tank top I was wearing slid up my body, exposing my breasts to the cool air.

  Being blinded made every one of his movements a shock to my system. So when his tongue ran across one of my hard nipples, I shivered. When his teeth grazed over the sensitive peak, I moaned. “Please,” I begged.

  “I’ll give you everything you want,” he said huskily, palming both my breasts. “You just have to be patient.”

  My patience was limited. Every nerve I had was firing, burning me up.

  I squirmed as his hot mouth continued to torment my nipples, and I pulled against my bindings.

  I needed more.

  But I didn’t want him to stop.

  Stalker did things to my body that I wasn’t used to feeling. Maybe he was a mystery, but my arousal was all too real. It was like he exuded male pheromones that pulled me closer and closer to danger, and my flight response was totally disabled.

  I couldn’t turn away, even though my brain should have shut everything down by putting an end to his possession.

  I nearly whimpered as I felt him shift down my body, and then, just as suddenly, he was gone.

  “Where are you?” I said in a panic. My body was one big ache.

  “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Relax.”

  I could hear the rustling sound of clothing, and I realized he was undressing.

  “Do you know what you look like right now?” he asked gruffly.

  I shook my head. “No.”

  “You look like the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. And you look like you’re mine, Kate,” he answered in a voice rough with emotion.

  My core clenched hard with need in response to his possessive statement. Right now, I was his, and I was at his mercy.

  Strangely, that was more erotic than it was terrifying. More heart-wrenching than it was scary.

  “I wish I could see you,” I whispered.

  I felt his weight compress the mattress again. “No, you don’t,” he said harshly as he gripped the soft pajama shorts I was wearing and pulled them down my legs. “And pretty soon all you’ll wish for is to come.”

  I shuddered as he spread my legs apart, my pussy open and vulnerable to him.

  The first gentle touch of his fingers sliding through my saturated pink flesh caused my body to jolt.

  “You’re so damn wet, Kate,” he said. “Do you know how it feels for me to know I’m the only man that’s ever touched this beautiful pussy? That it really is mine?”

  “No,” I gasped as he brushed over my clit.

  “It makes me feel pretty damn humbled,” he answered. “Pretty damn lucky.”

  “What if I hadn’t been a virgin?” I questioned in a tremulous voice.

  “Then I’d want to be the only guy who ever had it from that day forward,” he replied huskily.

  I opened my mouth to ask another question, but his silky, provocative mouth came down hot on my exposed, needy pussy before I could get the words out.

  And then, I totally forgot what I wanted to say as Stalker devoured me greedily as my body thrashed in response.

  “Oh, God!” I cried out helplessly, my body incinerating as his tongue licked along my quivering flesh from bottom to top as though he was claiming every part that he touched.

  My hips bucked in response, begging for more, and I cursed the bonds that kept my hands from pressing his head harder against my pussy.

  My body vibrated, craving every touch of his tongue, every brush of his lips, and every gentle bite on the bundle of nerves that was swollen with need.

  He took his time, which was both a torment and an elemental pleasure that I absorbed like a sponge.

  My hips rose off the bed, desperate to get more of the erotic sensations from his wicked mouth, but it was evident that he was controlling how fast I was going to orgasm.

  And it wasn’t quick enough for me.

  I could hear my own ragged breathing as I panted, and I could feel beads of perspiration dotting my flesh.

  Stalker consumed me, fed on me like I was a delicious delicacy he couldn’t get enough of, and I could hear him lapping every drop of liquid heat he could swallow.

  “Too much!” I cried. “I can’t take any more.”

  He didn’t even falter. I could feel his hands stoking over my thighs as he continued his erotic assault on my pussy.

  “Now,” I demanded desperately. “Make me come.”

  My body was so taut with need that I felt like I was going to break into pieces, and my climax was so stoked that I could feel it painfully growing in my lower belly.

  I let out an animalist sound as his teeth grazed my engorged clit, his mouth sucking in the tormented flesh.

  “Yes!” I moaned, so desperate to come that my body was shaking.

  I hissed as I felt his fingers slide inside me, and I yelped when they curled and found a place inside me that almost caused me to spontaneously combust.

  He stroked over the sensitive spot, and his teeth bit down gently on my clit, giving me exactly what I needed to see stars in the blackness of my vision.

  My entire body was seized as I climaxed, the pulsations coming from every nerve and cell I had.

  “Yes. Yes. Yes,” I screamed as I erupted like a molten volcano that suddenly burst from the intense pressure that had built up over time.

  I felt shattered, and completely destroyed as I came helplessly for what felt like forever, not knowing if I’d recover.

  But in the heat of the moment, and under his possessive touch, I didn’t really care.

  Chapter 6

  Kate

  “There’s nothing that looks and sounds as sexy as you do when you come,” Stalker said in a guttural voice next to my ear.

  I’d relished the feel of his bare, heated flesh against mine as he had slowly made his way up in a sensual skin-to-skin journey until he was lodged firmly between my thighs.

  My body was still trembling in the aftermath of my orgasm, and I was breathing hard to get control of my rapid respirations. I felt like I’d completely come apart, but I was slowly coming together again.

  “Fuck me,” I said in a breathless, lustful voice that I didn’t recognize as my own.

  Right now, I needed him to fill me. I felt raw, vulnerable, and completely carnal. The only thing that would make me totally whole was him.

  “Condom is on,” he growled right before he shifted his hips in one powerful surge and buried himself inside me.

  “Mine!” he snarled. “You’re fucking mine, Kate!”

  His enormous cock stretched me, but it felt so damn good that I wrapped my legs around his hips, trying to get him even deeper.

  I cursed the ties that kept me from feeling his hot skin, his coarse hair, and denying me the connection I really needed.

  “Easy,” he said gruffly. I felt his hand pushing the hair from my face. “I want this to last.”

  With the crazy, out-of-control desire coursing through every cell in my body when he touched me, I really didn’t care how long it lasted.

  I was greedy for him, and I wanted as much of Stalker as I could get.

  I tightened my legs around him and ground upward.
“Fuck me,” I demanded. If I couldn’t see him, I wanted to feel him.

  “Jesus, Kate! You’d try the patience of a saint,” he ground out.

  For some reason, the fact that I could make him lose control was hot. I undulated my hips again as I lifted them up. “You’re no saint.”

  “Do you want me to be?” he asked roughly.

  “Oh, hell no,” I whispered fervently.

  “Thank fuck for that.”

  I could feel his chest moving rapidly, his breath as uneven as mine, right before he moved back slowly and thrust back into me. He kept repeating the same motions over and over until I felt like I was going insane.

  I sensed that he was satisfying a primal instinct, and my reaction to each deep, slow entry was just as feral as his was.

  I savored the intimacy of every thrust, my body craving every in-and-out movement of his cock. “Harder,” I insisted.

  He covered my mouth with his, swallowing any other words that probably would have left my mouth, consuming me with an embrace of desperate need and powerful desire.

  I could taste myself on his lips, and it drove me crazy.

  I felt his hand go under my ass, and he pulled me up with every deep, fast stroke of his cock, slamming our bodies together until I could hear the satisfying sound of slapping skin.

  “Yes,” I shouted out as he released my mouth. “Oh-my-God-yes!”

  “Come for me, Kate,” he rasped against my ear.

  He took his hand from my ass and pushed it between our bodies until his finger stroked over my clit.

  That’s all it took to set me off. Every nerve in my body fired, and all I could feel was pleasure that shot outward from my body, leaving me a mess as I screamed incoherent words at the top of my voice.

  Stalker let out a feral, loud groan of pleasure as my core squeezed him to his own hot release.

  He freed my hands from the headboard, and I wrapped them around his neck, grasping for something to keep me grounded. His back was slick with sweat, and his hair was damp. But he felt so gloriously male that I couldn’t stop touching him.