Chapter 14
Koen
Greer’s on the bed when I get out of the shower. My towel is slung low around my hips as I step before her, peering down as she flicks her eyes up at me.
She’s a lot calmer than she was earlier, which I’m grateful for. Her mood affects mine for some reason, and I don’t care for it much.
“Did you eat?”
She nods.
“Drink?”
She nods.
My fists curl as I try to contain myself.
I move into the closet, put on briefs, and toss my towel into the hamper before exiting. I take my time letting Bear out before putting away the leftover food.
When I returned from leaving her in the woods earlier, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I knew I couldn’t leave her, but I also knew that my anger sometimes gets the best of me. I don’t want to lose my shit with her.
She’s lying in the bed, staring at the ceiling, when I return to the room.
Shutting off the light, I sigh as I lie beside her.
“You said we were going to discuss my stay here.”
“I did.”
Silence greets me. Rubbing my temples, I grind my teeth.
She’s a force to be reckoned with, and I wonder if I’ll survive her. Earlier proved to me that I can’t kill her, not that I know why.
“I’m exhausted. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
“Are you going to kill me?”
“Probably not.”
“Probably?” The bed shifts as she turns onto her side.
Her stare burns into the side of my face.
“Greer. Leave it.”
“Leave, what? I clearly can’t escape you or this fucking cabin. I have the right to know why I’m here and what you will do with me.”
I try to count to ten and take some deep breaths as anger once again boils in my chest. “Go to bed.”
“No! Tell me what your plans are for me.”
Rolling into her quickly, I press her down into the bed, my hand over her lips.
Bear barks, pouncing near our feet like a hopped-up fool.
“Get down!” I command, my voice a low rumble.
He whines before leaping off the end of the bed.
I turn my attention back to Greer, who’s seething behind my hand. “I took you because I couldn’t stand not to. I don’t know what I’m going to do with you, but it doesn’t fucking matter. You’re mine. I don’t care if I have to stay on the run. I don’t care what I have to do. You. Are. Mine.”
Taking my hand off her mouth, her bottom lip drags at the removal, and I watch it longingly, wishing she were more like the docile, perfect sleep-version of her that has me so fucking obsessed.
It’s unhealthy.
“This is my life now?” she asks, as if seeking permission to lean into this new world.
“This is your life.”
Instead of breaking into tears, her hand slides up my chest, tracing my collarbone.
I try not to react, but my breathing hitches, giving me away.
“Time for bed.”
“I lied earlier,” she whispers, and I wonder if the dark room makes her feel comfortable enough to share.
“About?”
“My anger, some of it was about last night. Well… a lot of it was.”
“I know.”
“But not for reasons you’re thinking.”
That gives me pause.
I remain silent, hoping she’ll fill me in.
“Before you were in my life, before you started stalking me, I wouldn’t let myself be happy because I thought I didn’t deserve it.
I went through the motions of school, work, and life for Allison, so that your death wasn’t in vain.
I told myself I was living in your honor, what a crock of shit, right?
Anyhow, after you started watching and taunting me, I’d go on the dates Allison set up that I couldn’t get out of, but I’d never let them become more because of you.
I didn’t want you escalating. Last night was the first time I shoved all the bullshit aside and did what I wanted, and then you… ”
“You lied to me. I told you that you wouldn’t like how I punished.”
“I get that part; I guess I just wanted you to understand where I was coming from.”
I try to ignore how her admission has made me feel, like I’m growing connected to her on a level I don’t know if I want to be.
Sure, I wanted to have her to myself to fuck and use whenever I felt like it, but anything more is just… out of my wheelhouse.
I’m not a regular guy; we’ll never be a normal couple.
I can’t deny that knowing she felt like it was the first time she was getting to do what she wanted makes me feel guilty.
I never feel guilty.
“I don’t care where you’re coming from.” Lying back takes so much more strength than all the months I held back from fucking her while she slept under the haze of drugs.
“So, you don’t care that I lied again?”
“No.”
Is she baiting me?
A long silence stretches, making me wonder if she’s finally fallen asleep.
“Are you the Oakland Nightstalker?” she asks, and I can’t help the immediate laugh that curls out of me.
“What?!”
“It makes sense,” she reasons. “The killings abruptly stopped ten years ago. Then, they resurfaced two years ago. What they didn’t realize was that you were killing, you were just killing off your usual MO. Because you were killing women who looked like me.”
Her wit has me grinning. “Figured me out, have you?”
“Not even close,” she replies, turning into my side again. “So, are you?”
“If I tell you, I’d have to kill you,” I joke.
She scoffs. “Wait, that would mean…”
My eyes grow heady with excitement, my mouth curling in a grin she can’t see as she works it out.
“You were on the side of the road to kill that night.”
“Mm, there’s my smart girl.”
Her slight gasp at my words is faint, but I catch it.
“You would’ve killed me,” she realizes.
“You killed me first.”
“Well, I gave it a good shot. No wonder you’ve been so angry.”
“You’re the one that got away.”
“You did say that.” Her intellect is part of the reason I’m so obsessed with her.
“Have you been looking into me, pretty poison?”
“I was. Not for myself. For a college student in town who needed help with a paper on a serial killer. You were her focus.”
“Good to know they’re still talking about me.”
I know she has so many burning questions, but she’s trying her best to keep them to herself.
“So, is Allison also a target of yours?”
“No.”
“But she was with me. She also got away.”
“Greer, go to bed.”
“She was the one who said to leave. I would’ve called for help. Shit, I would’ve gotten you caught, wouldn’t I?”
“If you think I’ve never dealt with police, you’re delusional.”
“Why is it you haven’t come for Allison?”
“Greer.”
“Killing her would’ve isolated me, honestly. I have no one other than her…”
Rage spilling over like a boiling pot, I growl. Lifting off the bed, I lay her back, pressing her into the mattress. “She doesn’t fucking matter. You matter.”
She nods frantically. “Okay.”
“Don’t try to analyze me. I am who I am, and we’re not healing some deep fucking trauma of mine tonight or ever.”
She nods again, this time keeping her lips sealed.
More than ever, I wonder what her kiss tastes like. Can’t kiss a sleeping girl, even if she’s pliant under the hand of drugs.
I swat the thought away, knowing she’d fight me tooth and nail if I tried.
Rejection isn’t something I handle well.
Knowing that has me returning to my side of the bed, lying on my back in the tense silence I’ve created.
“I’m sorry,” Greer whispers, and I close my eyes.
The frustration of her has me on edge. I had no plan when I took her. I was overcome by the audacity she had to show her ass to the detectives. Then, she ran from me.
I couldn’t stand for it.
Now that she’s here, I’m floundering.
When I think she’s going to duck, she punches, throwing me off.
As if she knows I’m spiralling, she grabs my hand. I think she’s going to hold it, but she proves my point by placing it on her bare pussy.
Fuck, how long has she been naked?
“Greer,” I warn as she begins moving my hand over her cleft.
“If this is my fate, I’m done fighting it.”
Her words are pretty, but just like her, they’re poison. If I give in, she knows she has some control over me, and I can’t give her that.
But touching her when she’s alert and willing is something I could quickly become hooked on.
Last night has been the only thing I could think about all fucking day.
Pressing the back of my middle finger, she curls the tip into her entrance. Her moan when it doesn’t sink inside is full of frustration.
“What’s wrong, stalker? Don’t like when I’m willing?”
“No.” I rip my hand from her. “I don’t like being controlled.”
The air in the room grows thicker by the second. I’m seething, and I’m so fucking hard.
Throbbing.
Aching.
For her.
Always her.
I hear her sniffle at my rejection, and I hate it so much. Each subsequent sniffle has me wanting to burn cities and topple mountains.
Still at war with myself, I roll over her, dragging my mouth over her sternum, testing.
She arches slightly as my lips tease down her belly, her hand slipping into my hair.
Spreading her pussy lips with two fingers, I find her sopping wet. A grin finds my lips as I nip her clit with my teeth.
She moans. “Fuck!”
I left her keyed up, and I love how she’s fighting with herself about how she feels. It’s in every hesitant curl of her fingers at my scalp. The push and pull have me thinking I’ll need to leave her aching more often.
The idea that I have a lifetime to fuck with her has thrill crawling through my body, leaving behind a fiery burn in my bones. The itch drives me forward, and my tongue drags through her pussy.
“Yes!” she screams, and I hear Bear’s nails as he exits the room, clearly not worried about his owner’s cries.
Her flavor is going to haunt me the rest of my life. Accompanied by her screams, it’s the thing that’ll be my grounding factor from tonight on.
I never wanted to savor her this way until she could appreciate it. Her next scream tells me it was worth the wait.
Adding a finger inside her, I’m rewarded by her cries growing louder.
“More,” she pleads, and I wonder if she’s asking what I think she is. She watched the videos, she knows what she said to me in her drug-induced haze…
Instead, I add another finger, not wanting to do the wrong thing and fuck anything about this up.
I’ll analyze the need to please her later. Right now, I desperately need her to come like it’s me being pleasured.
Stretching her with a third finger, I lap at her center with rolling waves of my tongue, drowning in her screams that seem never-ending.
“Please don’t fucking stop,” she says, and if I weren’t as gone as she was, I’d laugh.
She comes with violent convulsions of her body around my fingers and a rush of fluid that escapes her.
Cleaning her off with my tongue, I wrap my hands around her hips.
“Shit, that was so…” she trails off as I crawl up her body.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her.
“Fo—” I cut off her question, crashing my lips to hers, needing something more from her after that.
Her lips part, giving me space to invade with my tongue. The kiss is pure delusion, something I shouldn’t be giving life.
I can’t help it.
I knew I was fucked the first time I saw her on my cameras. The first time I watched her make herself come. The first time I heard her moan was when I touched her.
If I’m honest, I was fucked the moment our eyes connected in that fucking mirror.
She knows who I am. Not really, but she knows I’m the Nightstalker. If she were ever to escape, she could lead them here. She could be my end.
She wraps her legs around me, and I don’t care anymore.
A nagging in my head reminds me that this could all be fake.
She could ruin me.
But if I’m to face the truth honestly, she already has.
She’d already be splayed in the woods for them to find if she were anyone else.
“We should stop,” I breathe, pulling away from her damning lips.
“Why? We’ve already done this.”
“It’s not… I don’t want to push you.”
“It’s a bit late for that, isn’t it?”
Alarm bells sound in my head, ruining everything my body is currently struggling with.
“Let me get a rag to clean you up,” I tell her, rolling off her toward the edge of the bed.
Hands grip my shoulders before I stand. “Hey,” she says, her lips hovering over my ear.
“Greer.”
She slinks off the bed, stepping between my thighs. She can see how hard I am, even in the dark. She can see just how much I loved tasting her.
She hits her knees, and my eyes widen.
I want to tell her to stop. I want to, but she’s on her knees…
Fuck.
She looks up at me, slowly working my cock out of my briefs.
Her hand over it feels like… I don’t think there are words. She strokes it a few times, and I can’t help the noises spilling out of me.
Controlled moans slip through gritted teeth until she slides her silky mouth down my shaft.
Falling back, I fist her hair, controlling some of her pace, as she’s determined to make me come as violently as I did her.
She gags on me over and over, which tells me she wants my come more than she wants air; the knowledge is intoxicating.
“Yes! Fucking gag on it.” My hands force her down further. Her throat constricts around the head as I slip past her defenses.
Her moan vibrates my cock, nearly making me spill down her throat.
I don’t want this to end because tomorrow will bring a new mood to the cabin. Greer feels things deeply, guilt included.
We’re going to take ten steps backward in the morning. If we don’t, this isn’t real.
She’s toying with me.
I refuse to be the mouse in her fucking game.
When she adds a hand behind her mouth, I forget everything.
The entire universe implodes around me in a burst of color as I come in her mouth, her fist still stroking me as I lift to watch her swallow every drop.
“Shit, poison!”
She licks my cock clean as I did her, lifting off her knees and looking down at me, still lying on the bed.
When she turns towards the bathroom, her hips swaying as she walks inside to get washed up, I realize that I have no control over what just happened.
Greer Allen is nothing as I expected, and I can’t get a read on what the fuck I’m going to do about it, either.