Page 71 of Stalker's Toy

Pretending to clean for me… that perfect pink pussy on full display..

Her friend laughs.

It grinds me.

I don’t like her.

Always out late, never there for Mia the way she should be.

They're a few steps past the liquor store, just before the crosswalk.

Close enough that I can almost hear them laugh over the car's purr.

Drunk as fuck and swaying together.

She's out there in the night, green eyes half-closed, while I'm parked in the shadows, wishing I had her skin under my teeth.

Three days and I'm restless.

Three days and she's out, on the streets, pretending I didn't change her life with the way I took her.

Out and within reach and mine.

Mine.

She's fucking mine!

They get further up the block, and I pull out of the spot I've staked out for the last while, head toward them, and kill the engine another block down.

Getting out, I fiddle with the mask in my jacket pocket.

The one I will use on her tonight, given half the opportunity.

I cut through a thin alley, catch them a little further up the road, but they don't notice me in the dark.

Even if they did, they'd have no idea how close I am, no idea what I'm going to do.

Larsa tugs Mia's arm and nods over her shoulder like someone's following them.

Like maybe there's another hunter out herein the night.

But I know there isn't.

I know that even if there is, I'm more of a threat than anyone.

They keep moving, and so do I.

They're two blocks away, almost at the flat, laughing like the night is just a big fucking joke.

I'm ready to charge ahead, make my move, make her mine again, but I’m not the only one following them.

They think they're alone.

Think they're untouchable.

I slow, allowing the two men trailing them to take the lead.

They're up the block and out in the open, clumsy amateurs, dicks swaying hard at the promise of fresh pussy.