Stalking Emily Saving Emily

First Taste

EMILY

I woke up with Leo’s arm still locked around my waist, he’d fallen asleep holding me hostage. His chest was warm against my back, his breathing slow and steady. For one stupid second, I let myself feel safe.

I slid out from under his arm and my bare feet hit the marble. I made it three steps toward the door before his voice stopped me cold.

“Running again?” he said groggily, still half-asleep.

I spun around.

Leo was sitting up in bed, his bare chest on full display. The morning light carved shadows across every muscle like it was personally obsessed with him. His dark eyes pinned me in place.

“I’m leaving,” I said. My voice shook. “You can’t keep me here like some pet project.”

He swung his legs off the bed and stood slowly. The sweatpants hung low on his hips and I hated how my eyes dropped to stare at his morning wood.

“You’re not leaving.”

“Watch me.”

I bolted.

He caught me before I even reached the hallway. One arm banded around my waist, the other slamming the door shut so hard the frame rattled. He spun me around and pinned me against the wall with his body in a not so gentle manner.

“Emily.” His voice was hard. “Stop.”

“Make me.”

His mouth crashed down on mine like a punishment. I bit his bottom lip hard enough to taste blood. He growled into my mouth and lifted me with his hands under my thighs, spreading me open so he could grind me right there against the wall.

I hated how wet I already was and how good he felt to be almost glued to him.

I shoved at his shoulders and he dropped us both to the floor, the thick rug catching us. He settled between my legs rolling his hips and I felt his hard c**k, hot through his sweatpants. I scratched down his back hard enough to leave marks. He hissed and bit my neck in retaliation, sucking a bruise right below my ear.

“f**k you,” I gasped.

“You will.” His hand shoved the T-shirt up to my waist. No panties underneath. He groaned when his fingers found me slick and ready. “Damn, Emily. You’re soaked for me already.”

“Shut up.”

He didn’t shut up, instead he shoved two fingers inside me without warning, and I arched off the floor with a broken moan. His thumb circled my c**t like he already knew exactly how I liked it.

The thought made me angry and turned on at the same time. I yanked his sweatpants down just enough to free him. He was thick, already leaking at the tip. I wrapped my hand around him and squeezed.

Leo’s eyes went black.

He knocked my hand away, lined himself up, and thrust inside me in one brutal stroke.

We both groaned. There was no time to use a condom. He f****d me with deep, punishing strokes that hit the spot and made stars burst behind my eyes. I clawed at his back and ass, pulling him deeper.

“Harder,” I demanded, my voice wrecked.

He gave it to me. One hand pinned my wrist above my head. The other gripped my hip hard enough to bruise. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room along with my moans and his low curses.

“You’re mine now,” he growled against my throat. “Say it.”

“f**k you.”

He slammed in deeper, grinding against my c**t on every thrust. “Say it, Emily.”

I came so hard my vision whited out. My walls clamped down around him and I cried out his name like a curse and a prayer at the same time. He followed right after, burying himself to the hilt and spilling inside me with a guttural groan that sounded like it hurt.

For a long moment the only sound was both of us trying to remember how to breathe.

Then reality crashed back in.

I shoved at his chest until he rolled off me. I sat up, T-shirt bunched around my waist, his c*m already sliding down my thighs. My hands were shaking.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I whispered.

“You seduced me. You are stuck with me.”

I laughed, but it came out shaky. “You’re insane.”

“Maybe.” He reached out and brushed a strand of hair off my sticky cheek, gently. “But I’m also the only one keeping you alive.”

I stared at him. His words should have made me grateful. Instead it made me want to run as something terrifying twisted low in my belly.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I crawled over and grabbed it with trembling fingers.

Chloe.

Babe. Director Vance just called me. He saw the viral clips of you and the hot hotel boss. Wants you for a supporting role in his next indie thriller. Shooting starts next week. Pays actual money. The audition is tomorrow at 10 am at Victor Lang’s studio. You in?

Victor Lang.

The name felt important, but I was too wrecked to place it.

I looked back at Leo. He was watching me like he already knew what the text said.

“I’m going to that audition,” I told him.

His jaw tightened.

“You can f**k me on the floor again if you want,” I said, voice steady even though my legs still felt like jelly. “But you don’t own me. And if you try to stop me from leaving this house, I will burn it down with both of us inside.”

Leo’s eyes darkened with fresh hunger.

“Try it,” he said.