Bounty Hunter

Zinnia

Stabbing him and attempting to run was a bad idea. Somehow, my stupid self keeps forgetting how dangerous this man is, and I am nothing compared to him. I mean, did I really think I could get away from him when he’s made it clear that I belong to him?

Black dots cloud my vision as my stalker tightened his hold on my neck whilst lifting me. I kick my feet in the air, both my hands grabbing his in a bit to free myself, that, to no avail.

“That’s twice now my little flower. Remember what happened the last time you tried to stab me with scissors,” his tone was condescending while I struggled not to pass out.

Just when I was about to give into oblivion, he released me, but my feet only touched the ground for so long before he flipped me, pressing my breast against the door.

“Please, I’m sorry,” I begged. My stalker pressed his body against mine, the sting of his erection budging against my butt.

His skilled hands undid my jeans. My body shuddered when his left hand grazed my lower stomach, making its way to my neck. His other hand, the blood hand, slipped past my underwear and into my drenched folds.

“You look being strangled, my little flower? Breath play turns you on?” He teased, coating my juices with his bloody fingers. Lying was useless when the evidence was clear. I wasn’t just aroused from the raw kiss we shared earlier, but from him choking me, and that only showed how fucked up I am. The way my body reacted to whatever this man did was outrageous. It makes no sense to me.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

He spun me around so now my back was pressed to the wall.

“Open that pretty mouth of yours, my little flower,” I shook my head. My stalker grabs my chin, forcing my mouth open. He spat in it before sticking his middle and index finger into my mouth, making me clean off my arousal that was now mixed with his blood.

His eyes darkened. Something in me sparked. I maintained eye contact, licking off every last bit of my wetness on his fingers, then sticking out my tongue to play with the tip of his fingers.

“Fuck, you’re killing me, Zinnia.” My stalker murmured. He sealed my lips with his again. I moaned out loud.

The door banging had my stalker reluctantly pulling away from me. He groaned in frustration, the look of lust in his eyes now replaced with something dangerous, a promise to harm whoever just interrupted us. For some reason, I wasn’t scared. I was disappointed because once again, he got me all worked up without any release.

“Now, don’t be sad my little flower. I will make you cum, just not now.” He murmured as he helped me put on my jeans. The disappointment I felt was replaced with shame as he dressed me up.

Once he was done, he led me to the sink. He turned on the faucet and helped me wash my hands.

Now that my vision wasn’t clouded with his rough hands burning every part of my skin at his touch, I was tempted to ask what happened to the man who grobbed me even though I knew the answer.

“What did you do to him? The man who grabbed me” I asked, watching him from the mirror as he washed my hands. It wasn’t until my hands were dried that he responded.

“Nothing yet. You get off work at three a. m. today. A cab shall be waiting for you once you clock out. There shall be a gift waiting for you on your bed. Don’t touch it. Wait for my text.” It was an order and desire spiralled through my body as I let his words settle in. He washed his hands, grabbed the knife from the slab and began to head for the door.

He opened the door and I spoke up. “What’s your name?” I asked and he looked at me over his shoulders.

“I mean, you know my name and I don’t know yours, so it’s only fair that I…. you know,” wow, real smart Zinnia. After everything he just said, the only thing you care about is his name.

“Reed. Call me Reed, baby.” He opened the door. He whispered something to a girl who stood on the other end of the door before he disappeared from my sight.

She walked in, an angry look on her face but she dared not speak to me.

Taking one last look in the mirror, I exit the bathroom.

I’ve never been more grateful for the music blasting through the speakers. It was utter trash, but it helped take my mind off what transpired in the bathroom.

I met Alex at the counter. After several attempts of trying to find out what happened, she finally gave up and switched to finding out if Reed was my stalker.

I lied. And I’ve never felt more ashamed of myself. Alex has been nothing but kind and understanding towards me, but I couldn’t tell her that I was starting to develop mixed feelings for a man who stalked me. I can only hope she forgives me when I finally decide to come clean.

I got back to work, checking my phone every now and then for the time. Today, there was another reason why I was in a haste to return to my apartment. My stalker said he has a gift waiting for me at home, and I couldn’t wait to see what it was.

I realised how drastically things have changed. The days when I used to freak out at the thought of someone stalking me seem like an eternity ago. And now, that thought set me at ease. Mostly because I know who he is, what he is capable of and just how much I crave his touch.

I grabbed my phone and checked the time again. It was time to check out. I hurriedly clocked out and bid my farewell to Alex, with a promise to call her in the morning.

True to his words, there was a cab waiting for me outside the club.

I got in. Butterflies swap my stomach in anticipation of what my stalker had left for me.

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