Stalker - Clarissa Wild Page 0,80

her the satisfaction of enjoying another orgasm before I blow my load into her. Her overflowing wetness brings me to the brink, and with a big groan, I let go of all that pent-up lust.

“Here it comes, Princess. I’m going to fucking come inside your wet pussy,” I murmur, shooting my cum as far as I can. Her face turns from scrunched up into a full-on gasp as she falls apart underneath me, arching her back to come closer, intensifying my orgasm. Four spurts later, and my cum is literally dripping out of her as I take my semi-hard-on out of her spent pussy.

I slap her inner thighs, making her jolt up and slam her legs together.

“Keep that juice in there, Princess,” I muse, as I make my way toward her face to undo the tie I’d made using her hair. She lies still on the table, not moving an inch as I hold her leash and pull her up into a seated position. Her face is completely smashed. Not the ‘I had too much to drink’ type of smashed, but the ‘I was fucked so hard I can’t think straight’ type. And it makes me smile like a goddamn proud man. Fucking hell.

“I hope that was as good to you as it was to me,” I muse, making her lean in toward me.

She doesn’t respond, but her lip twitches.

“I know what you’re thinking,” I say.

“Oh, yeah? What then?” she sneers.

“That you fucking loved what I did, but you don’t want to admit it to yourself. You’re ashamed.”

“No,” she says, but she’s such a bad liar I can see straight through it.

“Liar,” I say.

She shrugs, so I grab her chin and force her to look at me. “Don’t you fucking shrug when I’m talking to you. I hate your lies. I hate everything about your behavior these last few years. And you should, too.”

“Who says I don’t?”

I frown, punching the table with my fist. “Then why didn’t you fucking change?”

“I did. I changed into something you didn’t like,” she says. “But I did it for you.”

I shake my head, unable to believe what she’s saying. Why the fuck is she saying this, anyway? What the fuck is the point in all of this?

“I never told you that I liked a fucking liar,” I say.

“Hmm … I disagree,” she muses. “You said it yourself. You like me better when I’m a naughty girl.”

My nose begins to twitch, as I’m starting to get really pissed off now. “That has nothing to do with you lying about all the things you did.”

“I lied to protect you,” she says. “No matter what you want to believe, that’s the truth.”

I sigh, shaking my head as I hold onto the table to stop myself from throwing her off instead. “Seriously, I’m this close,” I say, showing her my thumb and index finger close together, “to stuffing you back into that cage.”

She frowns, her eyes filling with tears. I can’t tell if they’re real or fake. “Why? Because you don’t want to hear the truth?”

“I don’t fucking care! You lied, and you keep doing it!” I yell.

She makes a face. “Look at you. Look at us. We’re screaming and shouting at each other.”

“Yeah, well that’s what you fucking get when you mess with me.”

“I didn’t mess with you, Phoenix,” she says, grabbing my hands, even though it’s hard when they’re cuffed. “I did it because I loved you, Miles.”

I grimace. “Don’t say that name ever again.”

“Why? Because it’s your real name?”

“Don’t say that you fucking loved me!” I yell, slamming the table, making her jolt up. “Stop fucking lying!”

“I did. I loved Miles. Remember that night? Prom?”

I pull the knife out of the table and threaten her with it. “Shut up! Shut the fuck up!”

“No. Remember, Miles.” She grabs my face, a tear running down her cheek. Fakeness and realness are blurring, and I can’t tell the two apart. She’s playing with my emotions, with my past, my memories, and I’m being sucked into a vortex of heartache and anger I can’t escape from.

“We used to love each other, Miles. I remember, and I know you do, too. What happened to us?”

“I said shut up,” I growl, taking her hands off me while still holding the knife. “I don’t want to hear it.”

“But you have to. This could all be different. I never wanted this, and neither did you.” She leans further in on her own, without me pulling the leash. “I remember what it was like