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‘Don’t. I should call the police.’ His fingers caressed at my jawline as I spoke.
‘You should. But I think we both know you won’t.’
He was far more sure than I was. I couldn’t be letting some stalker creep follow me around. Perhaps I’d have to get that security system after all.
Then he ran his thumb over my lip. ‘Did he do this to you?’
My throat bobbed as I swallowed hard. As mad as I’d been at Tommy, I was sure he hadn’t meant to hit me. His excitement at the sight of my blood had been far more concerning. ‘It was an accident.’
The masked face inched closer toward me, the heat of his breath coming through the material and warming my lips. ‘If he does it again, I might accidentally run a knife through him.’
My breath caught as his threats landed. ‘No. I love him.’
‘Do you, though?’
With that, he stood and walked to the door, sliding a glove over his exposed hand as he went. He turned to face me before leaving and said, ‘It doesn’t look like love to me.’
Then he was gone.
I sat frozen in my bed for minutes before pulling my pyjamas up and cautiously peeping out of the bedroom door. My house was quiet, only a soft snoring coming from the sitting room. A stranger had broken in and made me come in my home and my boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. Following the noise, I made my way to the living room, opening the door to see Tommy on my sofa, his dick flopped out with a pool of cum seeping into his shirt. I stood the bottle of whisky that had fallen from his fingers upright, before switching off his phone, which still blared out moans and cries. I didn’t look at the screen. I didn’t want to know.
I stood staring at the house phone on my kitchen counter for a time, knowing that the right thing was to call the police, or my brother, and let them know what had happened. But what if they made me get security? I’d been enjoying my freedom for the first time in my life, and I didn’t want it to stop. Not for some weirdo. He hadn’t tried to take anything, only to give me pleasure, and it was the first orgasm I’d had that wasn’t self-induced for as long as I could remember.
Fuck. I was being an idiot.
You didn’t let a stalker off because you had enjoyed it. Nor because he tapped into a dark part of you that had tried to keep suppressed.
The worst thing was that I had enjoyed it far too much. A broken part of me came alive when I saw the masked man, and when he slipped his wet fingers into my mouth, it had set me on fire. It was so wrong. But it made me feel alive. The danger was thrilling. And that terrified me.
I made my way through the house, closing and locking every window and door before going back to my room and burrowing into my bed, tucked tight under the covers.
One thing was certain. I’d have curtains installed first thing in the morning.
When I screwed my eyes shut, the skull mask filled my mind. The mask, his dirty words, and the feel of his fingers driving me over the edge. With a groan, I rolled over and cursed.
I couldn’t sleep.
What if he was watching?
A chill crept down my back and settled beneath my pyjama bottoms, traitorously blooming into something not at all chilling.
What was wrong with me?
When I awoke to the sound thumping in my kitchen, my heart thundered. I should have called the police before I eventually crashed out in the early hours. I had been close so many times, but a niggling something held me back. The sun had been creeping up, illuminating the outside enough to assure me I was alone before I’d given into my itchy, aching eyes.
But now there was someone in my kitchen.
My eyes swept my bedroom as I hunted for a weapon, for something, anything, to protect myself with. If the fucker came back with his slick fingers and dirty words, I’d give him something to worry about.
Footsteps sounded in the hallway as the hairs on my arms raised. No, no, no. Fuck. I grabbed the first thing to hand, an ornamental rabbit shaped piggy bank that sat on a shelf near the bed and held it up in front of me.
The door handle shook before it opened.
‘Shit Tommy, it’s just you,’ I said, lowering the ceramic rabbit and breathing a sigh of relief.
Tommy looked at me as if I’d grown two heads. ‘Yeah, who else would it be?’
It was the opener I needed, the one I should have taken, but as I tried to think of a way to tell him, he shuffled around the room ignoring me completely while muttering about his shoes.
