Page 5 of My Stalker, My Protector

Fucking Russ.

Putting the image of me with other girls in Scout’s head.

If he was still here, I’d strangle him with my bare hands.

“That’s right,” I admit slowly. “But I haven’t dated in a good while.”

“Why not?”

I shrug. “Focused on baseball.”

“Even in the off season?”

Is she fishing? Jesus. Does Scout…maybe have a little crush on me? Wouldn’t that be the cruelest prank the universe could play on me? My obsession having a crush on me?

Yes. It would.

Because she doesn’t know who I really am.

How I’ve been putting the fear of God in her, via emails and letters, to keep her from dating and driving me further into the pit of madness.

“Yeah, angel. Even in the off season.”

“Hmm.”

“What?”

“Nothing.” She is flitting around my apartment in a short skirt and skintight bodysuit and my dick is growing harder. And harder. And fucking harder. I want to put it in her more than I want to live. “It’s just that so many girls are interested in you. How do you resist?”

“Maybe I know they can’t give me what I want,” I grit out.

Immediately, I know I shouldn’t have said that. She stops in her tracks on her way around the table, her antenna obviously going up. “Oh. What do you want?”

Don’t say it.

Don’t say it.

But maybe there is a part of me that is still good. That wants to give her a warning to stay the hell away from me, because I’m a monster. Because I’mhermonster.

I’m already walking toward her. Closing in on her. Backing her up against the table.

Her ass hits the piece of furniture, inching it across the floor, startling her.

She’s breathing faster. Faster.

Good.

“I want a girl who shuts her mouth and takes my dick when I decide to give it to her.”Make it worse. Let her know she needs to stay away. That you’re not safe. Nothing about you is safe for her. “I want a girl who reports her movements to me or knows she’s going to be tracked down, spanked raw and put on her knees for a suck and fuck session.” I crowd so close to Scout that the table scrapes several more inches backward on the floor, her green eyes wide as silver dollars as my disgusting warning continues. “I want a girl who gets on her fucking back on command and moans for Daddy, even while her thighs and neck and tits are being bruised up by my hands. Maybe even because of it. What do you think of that, angel?”

“I-I don’t know. I…don’t know.” She furrows her brow, looking down the length of her delicious body. A shudder snakes through her. Hot or cold? “It makes me feel s-s-strange, I guess,” she finishes in a whisper.

I’m holding my breath. “Strange how?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never felt it before. I can’t describe it.”

It’s fear.

Of course, it’s fear. Alarm.