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I shook my head, and squeezed my eyes shut, like this was the worst day of my life. It wasn’t. It was fucking amazing. And as he held himself over me, slamming into me at a punishing pace, I cried, gripping the bed frame above me and grinding my hips against his solid muscles.

As stalkers went, I’d just hit the fucking jackpot.

CHAPTER

FORTY-THREE

S.K.A.M.

Her landlord was the easiest target I’d ever come across. I’d managed to buy myself time with the renovation work on her attic by using my extensive charms on him... and other skills I had at my disposal. And now, here I was, hiding in her attic space, listening to them talking and laughing like they didn’t have a care in the world.

Their voices grew louder as they came up the stairs and I couldn’t contain my excitement. It was perfect, being hidden in this dusky, dark space with nothing else to distract me. Only him, her... and me, of course.

Little did they know my surveillance had been a lot more than just climbing through her attic door into her home to do whatever the fuck I wanted. I’d drilled a little spy hole too, just beside the light fitting on her bedroom ceiling. She hadn’t noticed it, and neither had the decorators who came in to do Alex’s bidding and turn her home into a polished palace fit for a princess. But she was no princess, and right now, I had a front row seat to prove that was true.

I watched him cuff her to the bed. Heard all the dirty things he said as he teased her, playing the part of me, her stalker. Showing her a hint of the dark side I knew he couldn’t hide for much longer.

Seeing her cry into her pillow as he fucked her into the mattress was priceless. Her face screwed up and begging him to stop. I fucking hated this girl, and yet, it was such a fucking turn on. I got off on it. So I imagined it was me down there, pounding into her, telling her how fucking worthless she was. Hurting her, making her scream as she made me come. Feeling her tighten and pulse around my thick, hard cock. Hearing her beg ‘No’ as I ignored her and took what I wanted, regardless.

My cock throbbed and I reached into my pants to rub myself, rocking my hips and fucking my hand as I watched him finger her ass and make her squirm.

They both cried out as they came together, and I came too, hot spurts of cum spilling onto the floor of her attic. What a special fucking moment that was. The man who loved her and the man who fucking hated her both coming at the same time because of her tight pussy and ass.

So that’s what she wanted? To be treated like a useless fucking whore?

She got off on being scared. Alone and terrified.

Good to know.

Because it wouldn’t be long before that’s exactly what she would be. For me. And I couldn’t fucking wait.

CHAPTER

FORTY-FOUR

EMMA

Ididn’t know I’d be into role play, but here we were. I’d had a taste of what it was like with Alex, to be taken so forcefully and unashamedly, and I loved it. I’d definitely be exploring more of that with him.

After the stalker fantasy in my bedroom, we’d talked about other scenarios we wanted to try out. Me walking home on a dark night, him following and then dragging me into an alley to take me roughly against a wall. Maybe a little trip to a forest, where he could hunt me down and fuck me in the dirt. Or he’d trap me in a lift at night, press the stop button, and fuck me against the glass. Alex definitely had a stalker fetish, but the way he offered it up, presenting it in such a delicious way, made me want to follow him right down that rabbit hole, despite what my other stalker had put me through. With Alex, I knew I was always safe. He made it fun. Exciting. Exhilarating.

The following days after our role play adventures were spent hidden away, with Alex proving to me that I was his number one. He wanted to put any doubts and negative thoughts out of my head, which I appreciated. But deep down, I knew it would be impossible to totally eradicate my fears.

This was serious shit.

I had a target on my back.

S.K.A.M. was locked away but he was still alive, and as long as he was breathing, I was still in danger.

But I gave in to Alex, letting him fill my time and my mind with him, only him. I wasn’t complaining. It was a nice feeling to be someone’s number one.

Eventually, life took over, and he had to go back to work. Today, he had an important meeting to attend, so instead of milling about the house, I decided to meet up with Grace for a coffee and find out how she was.

The minute I saw her, I realised she wasn’t in a great place. She looked pale, had lost weight, and she seemed on edge. Not at all like the Grace I knew and loved.

It made me so angry to see that she wasn’t quite herself. And when she told me all about the guy she’d been on a date with, that’d bailed on her without a word halfway through dinner, I was fuming. He’d love-bombed her on socials and through messages for a long time before she’d agreed to go out with him. Then he’d bailed, and now, he was ghosting her. Texts weren’t going through, and all his social media accounts had disappeared.

It’d knocked her confidence, despite the short time she’d known him, because it made her question everything about herself. A fact that irked me even more because I knew how amazing she was. I just wished she did too. But she would, once she’d worked through what she was going through. And I’d be there for her. That’s what friends do, after all.