After kicking off my shoes, I trudge into my bedroom and slap my hand against the light switch. As I turn toward my bed, my feet falter, and my jaw goes slack.

  The most delicious black lingerie set lays on my bed, and I suck in a breath as I take it all in. The skimpy thong and bra are gorgeous yet somewhat standard in sets like these, but it’s the black bondage-style harness and thigh-high stockings that make my breath catch in my throat. The harness clips around my waist with straps leading down my thighs to hook onto the top of the stockings, and while I dreamed about doing a boudoir photoshoot in a set like this once my tattoos were completed, I never got around to actually buying it.

  A pair of black heels linger on the floor beside my bed, and just to the side of the lingerie set is a black blindfold with a tube of deep red lipstick.

  My heart starts to race.

  Clearly he’s asking me for something tonight, but can I really go through with this? Can I trust him so blindly to cripple my vision with a blindfold? Though, I suppose every night he’s crept into my room, the lights have always been out. I’ve never seen his face, never been able to anticipate his next move, so I guess adding a blindfold doesn’t really change anything.

  Shit. Am I actually considering this?

  A wicked grin stretches across my face.

  Hell fucking yeah, I am.

  Grabbing the lingerie set, I walk into the bathroom and start figuring out how the hell to get this on, and as I start pulling the thigh-high stocking up my legs, it occurs to me that this might not have been left by my stalker. It could have been something given to me by Alex.

  He’s made it clear that he has a copy of my front door key. He could have easily slipped in here when I was out, but then, I’m sure it would have shown up on my cameras, and I would have received a notification from my alarm, which begs the question—why the hell doesn’t my alarm go off when my stalker sneaks into my apartment?

  I really need to get to the bottom of this.

  There’s been a working list in my head. Crew, Viper, and possibly Mason, but so far I’ve been able to tick them off, and for a while, maybe it could have been Alex, but I’m already with him. He has no need to stalk me when he has full access to me as it is. So who the hell could this man be?

  Maybe one of Viper’s men? It would make sense. Viper had them stationed outside my building. Maybe Viper figured out which one of them was getting into my apartment and tried to intervene. I mean, the guys in the Grim Reapers MC aren’t exactly law-abiding citizens. Murdering someone in cold blood is nothing but a regular Tuesday for them.

  After slipping my feet into the heels and pulling the blindfold on, leaving it hovering over my forehead, I peer into the mirror, my gaze trailing up and down my body. I love it. I feel like a fiery vixen, and the anticipation for what he has in store for me burns brightly through my body.

  The thong cuts in a little at my hips, and it’s giving Victoria’s Secret on a McDonald’s budget vibes, but I absolutely love it. The bands from the harness that trail down like suspenders make my heart race and leave me feeling like a goddess. And honestly, any man who can do that for a woman has to be alright . . . right?

  Shit. Look at me trying to justify my stalker because he gave me sexy lingerie. What the hell is wrong with me? I should be thoroughly repulsed, but instead, I’m finding it impossible to squash the thrill that pulses through me. I should be burning the lingerie in the bathtub, not turning around in the mirror to see how it looks at all the angles. And I’ve gotta be honest, I like what it’s doing for my ass.

  Finishing off the look, I lean toward the mirror and uncap the red lipstick before taking my time to paint my lips. It’s not exactly my favorite shade of red, but I love it either way. Then with everything in place, I take myself back into my room.

  My nerves begin to pulse, first making my hands shake as the minutes tick by and the anticipation builds, then my whole body starts to shake. I lay in my bed, then get up and hover by the window, not knowing how I should be waiting for him. I mean, it’s awkward lying in bed with my heels on.

  The blindfold remains on my forehead as the clock ticks past midnight and well past one, and just as I start wondering if I should just give up and go to sleep, I hear the soft slide of my living room window moving across the tracks.

  33

  KYAH

  Holy shit. He’s here.

  I suck in a breath as I stand by my bedroom window, my heart racing as I peer down at the cleared crime scene below. I reach up and slowly drag the blindfold over my eyes. It was already dark in my room, just as it always is, but with the blindfold on, I have no choice but to solely rely on my other senses.

  I listen intently, gripping the window frame as I try to drown out the noises from outside, focusing on the footfalls that slowly inch closer to my bedroom. My pussy throbs, and the anticipation is almost too much for me to bear.

  I take short, shaky breaths, unable to settle the fear that pounds through my chest, but the thrill of the unknown keeps me rooted in place.

  He enters my room, stopping by the door, and I hold my breath as though that could somehow help me hear him better. A deep groan rumbles through his chest, and I’ve never felt so proud in my life. His feet shuffle slowly against the hardwood floor, and the sharp drag of his cologne makes the little hairs over my body stand up. When his feet still nearby, butterflies take flight in the pit of my stomach.

  I sense him right behind me, warmth radiating off his body as he closes the space between us, and his big hand takes my hip. Everything about him is big. He towers over me, but not in the same way Viper did. My shoulders sit somewhere around his chest, and as he presses into me, I feel his huge cock against my lower back. My mouth immediately waters, desperate to see how he feels in my hands, my mouth, my pussy.

  “Hmmm. Good girl, my sweet Kyah,” he rumbles, his voice so low that I still can’t work out if I recognize it, but there’s something familiar there, something I can’t quite put my finger on.

  His fingers bite into my hip before immediately loosening again, and I suck in a gasp when I feel his hand move. His knuckles brush up my waist toward my ribs, leaving a trail of goosebumps as his other hand flattens against my stomach. I push back against him, uncrossing my ankles as his hand begins sliding down my waist, over my bondage harness, and finally cupping my pussy.

  I grind down against his hand, desperate to relieve some of the tension that’s left me wound so tight, and as he leans in and I feel his warm breath brush across my shoulder, I suck in a breath. “Mine,” he growls in my ear, cupping me tighter until a breathy moan slips between my lips. And damn it, I know he feels how soaked my thong is with my arousal.

  I nod, already panting. “All yours.”

  He releases my pussy, his fingers continuing to trail and brush across my skin, and every new touch sends me over the edge. He explores my body, his fingers diving into the cup of my bra and feeling just how rock hard my nipples have become. When he curls his hand around my hair and forces my head to the side, he drops his lips to the base of my throat, and I almost come instantly, especially as his tongue rolls over my sensitive skin.

  “Turn around,” he growls, his hands so rough against my body. I don’t hesitate, quickly whipping around until I feel his straining cock pressing against my waist. My chest heaves, and I feel the way his razor-sharp gaze trails over my body, appreciating every slight curve, and honestly, that’s exactly what I wanted. After all, he dressed me up like the best kind of Christmas present.

  My mouth goes dry, and I roll my tongue over my lips, the anticipation burning in my chest.

  “Knees,” he rumbles, and the way I drop down with eagerness is almost comical. “I’m going to fuck your sweet little mouth, and when I’m done, I’m going to fuck that tight ass. Nod if you understand me.”

  I don’t hesitate, nodding like a fucking bobblehead.

  “Open wide,” I hear him say in that rich, wicked tone as the sound of his fly unzipping fills the air.

  I can’t help but roll my tongue over my lips one more time, spreading my knees as far as they’ll go before opening my mouth wide. I listen intently as he reaches into his pants and fists his cock, and then he pulls it out, his warm tip bobbing against my lip.

  I groan.

  “Take it, Kyah.”

  Reaching up, I curl my hands around his cock and whimper, feeling just how heavy and thick he is. I can tell there are angry veins leading up to his bulbous tip, and I find myself opening even wider.

  I take him into my mouth, tasting the bead of moisture on his tip and swallowing it eagerly, desperately wishing that I could see his face. And as I start to move up and down, my tongue working around him, his hand curls into my hair once again.

  A subtle grunt fills the air, and as he thrusts his hips forward, pushing into the back of my throat, I groan, never having been more turned on in my life. I pick up my pace, needing both hands to work his base as I feel the rush of excitement between my thighs.

  His subtle grunts quickly turn into desperate, pleasure-filled moans, and as his grip tightens in my hair, he takes control of my pace, fucking my mouth. I almost come undone right here on the floor.

  I keep my hands moving as my tongue works up and down his thick shaft, and just when my jaw can barely take it a second longer, he thrusts forward and comes in my mouth. Hot spurts of cum shoot down the back of my throat, and I greedily swallow him down, taking every last drop he has to offer.

  He pulls back, breathing heavily, and I instinctively reach up to the blindfold, needing to see his face, but he captures my wrist and hauls me to my feet. Before I can even steady myself on my heels, he spins me around.

  “Don’t move,” he growls into my ear.

  My heart races as he pulls away, and a moment later, I hear the sound of my bedside drawer opening. My brows furrow, but he’s back just as quickly as he disappeared. “Bend over,” he instructs. “Brace against the wall.”

  Nervousness fills me again, but I do exactly as he asks, folding my body over and bracing my hands against the wall. “Like this?” I breathe, closing my eyes beneath the blindfold and preparing for whatever’s to come.

  “Mm-hmm,” he says just as I hear a subtle humm fill the air.

  Holy shit. It’s one of my vibrators.

  I suck in a gasp, and before I can figure out his game plan, he reaches down between my thighs and trails the vibrator right over my clit. My body jolts, and I suck in a loud gasp, my knees shaking. “Oh fuck,” I grunt, pushing back against the wall, silently begging him to do it again, and he doesn’t disappoint, holding it there just long enough to make my eyes roll into the back of my head.

  He pulls it away, but it only lasts a second when I feel his touch against my core, fingering the flimsy material of the black thong and pulling it aside. Excitement drums through my veins, and then I feel the vibration again. Only this time, it doesn’t stop at my clit. He trails it down to my cunt before pushing it right inside me.

  I suck in a breath, not having expected that, and when he lets go of the vibrator and fixes my thong back in place, I almost die from the thrill. My chest heaves as I feel his hand land on my lower back. “Lower,” he instructs.

  I start walking my hands further down the wall until my ass is well and truly in the air when I hear the distinct sound of a bottle cap being flicked open. I listen closer, trying to figure out what he’s doing, when a cool drop of strawberry-scented oil trickles down my ass.

  Oh, God. I’m already seeing stars.

  “So fucking pretty,” he murmurs, his voice thick with a deep lust.

  His thumb presses against my ass, gently spreading the oil and as the vibrations inside my cunt continue, my knees start to shake. I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to handle this.

  His fingers close around the thin strap of fabric over my ass, and he pulls it aside to tease me with his thumb, pushing against my hole before releasing the pressure. He does it again and again, each time pushing a little bit deeper until my body shudders.

  “Yes,” I pant, pushing against his touch, needing everything he can give me, but I don’t know if I can take it. His cock is huge, and while I’m definitely no stranger to a little ass play, I certainly haven’t taken someone as big as him.

  When I feel him start to inch closer to me, he places his hand at my hip. “Show me how you rub that pretty little clit,” he tells me, and as I drop my hand from the wall, eagerly diving between my legs as the vibrations continue to drive me wild, he presses that bulbous tip tight to my ass.

  He drags his thick cock through the body oil, and I shudder as my fingers roll over my clit. It’s too much, and with the blindfold, I’m forced to focus fully on the feel of his hands on my body.

  The vibration hits me harder, and my panting becomes heavier. “Please,” I beg, pushing back against him again. “Take me.”

  He doesn’t hesitate, pressing his oiled tip to my ass, and this time, he gives me exactly what I crave. His thick cock stretches me wide as he slowly pushes into me, taking me inch by inch as I suck in a gasping breath.

  God it burns, but I need so much more.

  I try to relax around him, sucking in breaths through a clenched jaw. “Too big,” I groan, rubbing at my clit and trying to focus on the vibrations rather than the intense stretch.

  “You can take me,” he says, just as desperate as I am.

  I breathe through it until he’s finally seated all the way inside of me, and then he pauses, allowing me a moment to adjust to his size. “This sweet ass belongs to me, Kyah,” he tells me, slowly beginning to pull back.

  Then with a powerful thrust, his fingers dig into my hips, and he slams back inside me. “You are mine.”

  “Ahh, fuck,” I cry.

  He pulls back, this time going just a little slower, giving me a moment to recover before taking me again, and with each new thrust, I push back, taking him deeper.

  I’ve never been stretched like this, and as I keep working my clit and my vibrator hums deep inside of me, I feel that familiar hunger starting to build deep in my core. I clench my eyes, every passing second becoming more intense until my panting gasps have turned into full-blown cries of pleasure.

  “Oh, God,” I cry, not caring if the neighbors hear. “I’m going to come.”

  His only response is to dig his fingers deeper into my skin, and I know that by tomorrow, I’ll have the perfect impression of his fingers bruised on my hips.

  He thrusts into me one more time, and I can’t hold onto it a second longer. I come hard, my orgasm exploding through me like a sonic blast. Everything starts to shake as my knees give out, and if it weren’t for his strong hands at my hips, I surely would have crumbled.

  I clench around him, and as my walls convulse, he sucks in a sharp breath before roaring his release. He shoots hot spurts of cum deep into my ass, and as he holds me, I collapse against my bedroom wall, unable to handle it a second longer.

  “Fucking hell,” he hisses as I struggle to catch my breath. “I knew you were ready to play.”

  My back stiffens. Ready to play? Why does that sentence keep popping up in my life? He wrote it on my wall, probably in the same exact lipstick I’m wearing on my lips right now, but then I heard Alex mention it at High Voltage Ink when I rode him on my tattooing chair.

  That couldn’t be a coincidence, right?

  Is my stalker Alex? Has he been making a fool of me this whole time? It has to be him. Nothing else makes sense. He has a key to my apartment, he’s close by, knows when I’m home and when I’m at work. How could I have been so blind?

  My brows furrow, and as he pulls out of me, I go to whip around, reaching for my blindfold, only as I steady myself on my heels, I find him already gone. “Wait,” I call after him, racing out of my bedroom, my gaze shooting toward the open window. “Wait.” But just like last time, he’s already long gone. It’s as though he knew I’d figured it out.

  I shake my head, still so wound up and shaky from that intense orgasm, and with the vibrator still going to town inside of me, I hastily reach to pull it out and turn it off. My body instantly starts to relax, but my mind is far from it.

  Surely I’m thinking too much into this. I know Alex likes to push the limits and live on the wild side, but there’s no way in hell he would do this. He wouldn’t cross my boundaries like that . . . and Viper? No. I refuse to believe it.

  My mind is a mess of insanity, and before I even know what I’m doing, I’m out the door and pounding my fist against Alex’s door. “Open up,” I yell, banging a closed fist against the wood. “Open the door.”

  I hear grunts and groans from inside, and it seems to take a lifetime before I hear the sound of Alex working the locks on the other side of the door. He quickly pulls it open, his dark gaze coming right to mine. “What the hell, Mace? It’s three in the fucking morn—” he cuts himself off, his eyes widening as he takes me in, and I realize far too late that I look like a Victoria’s Secret wet dream, not to mention the heels and lipstick that I failed to lose along the way. “Well, fuck. Guess my birthday came early this year.”

  “I . . .” I let my words fade away as I take a moment to really look at him. He’s shirtless, his tattoo still bandaged across his chest, and the only clothes he wears are a pair of loose basketball shorts. His dark, unruly hair is a little more unruly than usual, as though he’d just been asleep, and I simply stare at him, unsure what to think. “You’ve . . . you’ve been here all night?”

  “What the fuck is this about?” he asks, his gaze lifting above my head and into my apartment with a deep curiosity. “Are you okay?”

  “No, I . . . you weren’t just in my apartment?” I ask, realizing I was wrong. Alex isn’t my stalker. Besides, he just crawled out of bed. My stalker was fully dressed, and I highly doubt he would have had enough time to climb out of my window, get to the bottom, and race back up the fire escape on the other side of the building in time to answer his door.