My Husband, My Stalker - Jessa Kane Page 0,25

dark circles. He hasn’t shaved in weeks, black whiskers occupying his cheeks, jaw, chin. He’s lost weight, his skin is sallow. He’s lost.

“I found your map.”

He grips the railing, knuckles white. “I can’t believe…you went looking for it.”

I go toward him with measured steps, traveling the curve of the lighthouse. “You found me the biggest light possible,” I murmur. “How could I stay away from a man who loves me that much? A man who loves me so much he’d change his name, his life, spend his days watching and protecting me? Listening to every word out of my mouth so he can please me?”

His eyes burn. “Some might say you should be terrified of a man like that.”

“They’re wrong,” I whisper.

Something inside of Evan snaps and he barrels toward me, catching me up in his arms, sinking down to his knees with me wrapped around him. With us wrapped around each other, inhaling the scents of one another’s skin, clawing to get closer. Closer.

“I’m dying without you,” he rasps into my neck.

“You don’t have to be without me anymore.”

“Jolie…I’ll never be normal when it comes to you. I’ll never be a husband who waves goodbye while you go shopping or out on some girls’ night. It just won’t fucking happen.”

“I know,” I whisper. “I want every part of you.”

“Forever?”

“Forever.”

That wild light comes on in his eyes. The one I’ve only seen glimpses of before. But this time it’s not fleeting. It doesn’t go away. And I know it’s going to be there permanently. My body responds with a swift surge of lust, my heart expanding, pounding, my existence narrowed down to the man who looks at me like I’m the ultimate treasure.

“Then bring me back to life, angel eyes.” He lays me down. “So I can spend a hundred years keeping you in my sights.”

Epilogue

Jolie

Five years later

I glance in the rearview mirror and a thrill rides over my skin.

Where is he?

I’ve been out shopping and haven’t caught sight of my husband once, but I know he’s there. He’s never far. Always watching. But today he’s being extra cagey. His car is nowhere in sight. The narrow road to our lighthouse by the sea usually has very few cars, so I can spot him trailing me, but all that stretches behind me now is an empty dirt lane.

Rain begins to pitter patter on the windshield of my car, the smell of salty ocean air winding in through my cracked driver’s side window. I can hear the sound of my pulse in my ears, feel the answering call of the one between my legs.

I’m craving Evan, as always.

All those years ago, I think deep down I knew he was stalking me unaware. It was why I spent entire days in a turbulent state of arousal. Those eyes on me. Those thoughts being projected at me constantly. As they are now…though I can’t see him.

We moved to the house beside the lighthouse five years ago and life has been a dream awash in ocean mist ever since. Our relationship has changed in the sense that there is no longer only one obsessed party. There are two. I am a fiend for this man who watches me in the night, trails me with a knife strapped to his ankle, ready to protect, makes love to me like he’s conquering the world. Like he’ll only get one chance.

Evan retired from being a hit man, having made enough money to live very comfortably, operating the lighthouse at night. Illuminating the darkness on my behalf.

When I returned to him, we spent weeks, possibly months, lost in each other. But he recognized my need to be productive, so he encouraged me to start designing again. I started with our own home and discovered my purpose. Designing homes for single women who feel a need for extra security. I design with an eye toward eliminating hiding spaces, shedding light on dark corners and providing safety. It’s fulfilling in a way I never dreamed.

What about my life isn’t fulfilling, though?

The means of getting here, to this state of bliss, might be far from normal, but the means are for me to decide. I love a man who has an unhealthy fixation on me, one that seems to grow more potent as time goes on and that will never change. No matter how many times I wake to find him staring at me in the darkness, my discarded clothing clutched in his hands. No matter how many times he inks my name onto his skin. No matter how many storage lockers he fills with pictures of me in private moments.

With the lighthouse coming into view, I run a hand down my throat. I fondle my breasts, imagining they’re his capable hands. My eyelids flutter briefly and when I open them to look in the rearview mirror…

Evan is sitting in the backseat.

My heart flies up into my throat and I swerve slightly on the dirt road, though there is no danger since there are stretches of grass fields on either side.

“Pull over,” he says gruffly.

The rain is starting to fall hard now, the sound of moisture hitting the roof drowning out my harsh breathing. I do what Evan says, pulling the car onto the side of the road, my fingers trembling when I put the vehicle into park.

“Turn off the ignition.”

I gasp at the sheer depth of his voice, fumbling to follow his instructions.

And then I feel his breath on my neck. He’s close.

So close.

His lips graze my ear when he talks. “Unbutton your dress.” I flick open one button and his breath begins to saw in and out. “Faster.”

I undo them quickly, though it’s difficult when I’m shaking.

“You stayed gone too long.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “Were you at home, missing me?”

His laugh is dark. “Oh, I was following you the whole time. But I can only stand watching so long without…having.” He rips my dress open the rest of the way, yanking down the cups of my bra to knead my breasts in his strong hands, and the car fills with my breathless whimpers. “Get in the back seat.”

Damp with excitement, I start to open the driver’s side door, but he doesn’t allow it. He wraps an arm around me and pulls me over the console. It’s rough and a little violent. Desperate. It’s us. The way he throws me down on the back seat and shreds my panties in his hand…it’s us. The way he braces a hand on the window and drags his panting open mouth down my throat, across my nipples, back up into my hair, like we haven’t been together in months…it’s us.

“You’ve had me hard all day, little girl.” I hear his zipper being pulled down. “Open your fucking legs.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I breathe, dropping my thighs open, savoring the flare of primal lust in his eyes when he looks at my sex. Every time is like the first. He runs cherishing fingertips over the mound of it, down the damp slit.

“My God,” he moans, shuddering. Groping for his erection, he fists it and fills me with a strained grunt. Thrusting crudely once, twice, his mouth falling open. “Oh Jesus it’s so sweet.”

I drag my nails down the front of his shirt, twisting the material around my fingers, pulling him closer, sobbing when he pins me, giving me the full effect of his dominance, his muscles, his obsession. “You feel so good,” I say through my teeth. “Mine. You’re mine.”

“That’s right,” he rasps against my mouth, his eyes wild. “Claim me while I’m claiming you. You know I love that. Tell your Daddy all about it.”

“I need you.”

“Yes.”

“I feel sick without you.”

Lips peeled back, he pounds into me now, our bodies straining, our heat fogging the rain-dappled windows. “Good girl. More.”

“I love you.”

His big body quakes at that, his mouth consuming mine, his body bucking into me mercilessly. “Jolie,” he grates, his hand fisting on the window above me. “I love you. I love you.”

And he does. He never lets me doubt it for a second. Not in all the decades that follow, our mutual obsession growing, our love flourishing in the lighthouse by the sea.

THE END

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