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‘You’re not the one cheating.’

‘I’m the one who followed you and broke into your home, and finger fucked you in a mask. Hardly a bastion of good.’

‘Will you ever tell me who you are?’ Katie placed her mug on her bedside table before scooting forward until she was face to face with my mask. It took everything to hold firm when she lifted a hand and stroked down the contours of my face. She could snatch the mask off in one jerk, but I swallowed as she ran her fingers over my covered lips.

‘I will. One day. When things are less... complicated.’

‘When I’m not with Tommy?’

‘Perhaps.’

‘I think about ending it. A lot. Even before all this.’ Her back hit the pillow as she slumped in the bed and ran her hands over her face. ‘But he isn’t all bad. He made me feel wanted. Envied. Needed.’

‘Not everyone who needs you deserves to have you.’

‘Not everyone deserves to be needed.’ A yawn stole over her mouth as her eyes dipped, and I stood, satisfied that she was okay after the intense experience in the woods. It was getting late, and my brothers would wonder why I wasn’t home again.

Warm fingers gripped my glove as I stood, pulling me toward her.

‘Please don’t go. Will you stay a little? It’s been so long since anyone has held me.’ Her words were like little darts which pierced me. Fuck, how could I say no?

‘For a little. Only because you were so very good tonight.’

She shimmied over on the bed, making a space for me to slide in behind her, her tight pyjama-covered arse resting against my crotch as I wrapped my arms around her.

It was divine.

The smell of her filled my nostrils as I buried my masked face in her neck, holding her tight to me.

‘It’s pathetic, I guess, asking your stalker to cuddle. But you make me feel safe.’ Her words were a soft murmur, bordering on sleep.

‘You could never be pathetic, sweetness.’

‘I’m almost ready,’ she said, barely audible.

‘For what?’

‘To beg for your cock...’

My pulse quickened at the last little mumble before her breaths settled into a deeper, sleep fuelled rhythm.

I didn’t leave her until the morning light started sneaking beneath her curtains, unable to drag myself from her warmth and the heady sensation of her tucked in my arms.

For a few hours, she truly felt like she was all mine.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

KATIE

Macey and Erica flapped about Macey’s apartment, putting the final touches to their hair and makeup while I sat on the sofa and stared out at the twinkling lights of Glasgow’s nightscape. My masked man had been gone when I woke up, leaving me cold and alone to face what had happened in the light of day.

I’d had gone too far. Not because of the deviant things I’d let him do to me, but because of what it had left me feeling. I was no better than Tommy. He may well have cheated, but I had, too. It may not have started that way, but I was making choices which placed me directly in my stalker’s arms. The way he touched me and spoke to me left me on fire, but once the flames were gone, only guilt and shame remained.

I’d asked him to stay and hold me, and if that wasn’t the biggest warning sign of my waning sanity, then I didn’t know what else could be.

Tommy, the stalker, my issues with my mum. It was all too much. I needed to escape for a bit. Grab the girls and go abroad, run from it all until my head cleared.

‘Come on, Katie, Tommy’s limo will be here soon and you don’t even have shoes on.’

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