Page 1 of To Have and to Stalk
chapter
one
SHAY
“Are you going to kill me?” I asked as a knife slammed between my legs, pinning my dress to the soft earth.
A man crouched between my spread thighs, leather-gloved hand on the knife—big.
Like everything else about him.
Covered head to toe in black—black gloves, black shirt, and black pants—his face was hidden under a motorcycle helmet. There was a hint of a tattoo on his neck, but I couldn’t make it out in the dark.
“If I am,” he said, “I don’t think you should be looking at me like that.”
His voice was mechanically altered into something impossibly deep, metallic, and rough. Like a knife scraping over gravel.
“Like what?” I asked. Against my better judgment, my eyes dropped to his cock.
He laughed. It was rough and ragged and fucked me up. My gaze snapped back to his helmet.
I didn’t recognize the woman reflecting back at me from his black visor. Her thighs were spread, her honey-blonde hair was curly and wild. Her cheeks were flushed from running. Rows and rows of headstones were behind her. She was unapologetically feral.
“Like you want me to fuck you first.” His grip flexed on the knife, pushing it deeper into the earth.
I swallowed. “You wish.”
My elbows dug into wet earth as I crawled backward, my dress catching and on the blade with an audible tear. Getting free meant I’d have to rip my dress.
He sat back on his heels, arms between his thighs, and tilted his head, helmet cocking as he watched me struggle.
I could imagine the arrogant smile.
Then he spoke, and Iheardit in his fucking voice.
“Do your friends know where you are?” His hand slid up my inner thigh and disappeared under my dress. I was pinned. Trapped. At his mercy. And something about the fact that I couldn’t see his face wove fear and heat into a dangerous, jagged braid.
But at least he didn’tknow. He couldn’t see between my legs, see how my body betrayed me. How wet I was.
His thumb stopped just at the crease of my thigh. “Do they know you’re begging to be fucked by a monster?”
A soft leather thumb ghosted across my pussy?—
I kneed him in the gut and he grunted at the impact, falling back.
Run.
I tore out of the ground, my dress butterflying. Icy winter air pebbled my now exposed thighs.
Run.
I wove through rows of headstones, nearly tripping over an upturned root. Above me, stars glittered in the black sky.
Run.
The winter air burned my lungs. The wrought iron entrance was just a few yards away, beyond it the street and freedom. Dead leaves crackled at my back, footsteps closer. Then far away. Then close again.
He’s playing with me.
