Page 161 of I Know Your Secret
By the time I’ve done the rest of her body, her hands are roaming over my chest, and my dick is hard as fuck.
“Greer, I think you need time to…” She strokes me roughly, and I hiss.
“Erase him, Koen.”
“Deadly girl, don’t play games with me. You know I can’t be easy with you, and easy’s what you need right now.”
“It’s not. It’s really fucking not.”
I snarl, lifting her into my arms, and slam her back to the shower wall.
The tip of me presses against her sex, swollen from my taunting with the soap. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
Part of me means sex, but the other part of me means something else, something more profound.
It’s all over now.
Helms is dead, and while there are a few loose ends to tie up, there’s nothing more for Greer to worry about.
Something’s changed between us, and I can’t deny it.
I can no longer stalk her, but I can’t hold her hostage if she wants to leave, either.
Chase would call it love, I think I’d call it delusion.
“I won’t be able to let you go,” I whisper against her lips. “There’s no going back.”
“There was never any going back, Koen. I’ve been yours since the first fucking note.”
To hear her say it…Fuckkkk
Without another word, I press inside her, relishing the way she arches off the shower wall, begging for more.
It’s just as promised: rough and dark.
My teeth sink into her shoulder, and she cries out in bliss-filled agony.
Tears roll down her cheeks as I fuck her harder and harder with each thrust, her body bouncing on my dick, and her tears only fueling the burning in my chest.
I bite her jaw, locking onto her as her nails dig into my shoulders.
“Fuck,” she sobs. “Koen… Please!”
My mouth captures hers in a punishing kiss that seals an unspoken deal between us and brandishes her soul as mine.
She returns the fervor with which I kiss her tenfold, and my hands on her hips squeeze as hard as I can manage, my fingertips digging in and sizzling as if I can feel the bruises I’m creating in real time.
“Fuck, don’t stop!” she breathes, tears still seeping down her face. “Don’t st?—”
She breaks, her forehead colliding with mine as she screams, her tight channel gripping me like a vise, taking me over the edge with her, ripples of unspoken bullshit exploding around us, between us.
“Fuck, I love you,” I growl, capturing her lips again, but hers still against mine.
“We’re really doing this, aren’t we?” she says, the last spasms of her orgasm fluttering around my cock, still impaling her.
“What?”
“I’m in a relationship with my stalker. My stalker is my boyfriend.”
