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Lila’s life has always been a carefully crafted lie to protect her from the dangers of her bloodline. Seeking artistic inspiration, she decides to retreat to her family’s secluded cabin, unaware of her identity that’s been exposed, leaving her a prime target in an underground network that’s filled with blood and betrayal.
Nikolai’s orders are clear: stay in the shadows and observe. But he isn’t the protector he appears to be and his growing obsession makes him just as dangerous as the ones sent to destroy her.
Lila’s search for a peaceful escape quickly becomes a twisted trap as she finds herself becoming consumed by a killer’s hunger and claimed by a stalker’s devotion. The twisted thrill of submission becomes her new obsession but the closer she gets to him the more she finds herself wondering if she’s slowly losing her mind or finally finding her home in the darkness that’s always lived inside her.
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She doesn’t understand yet. Not fully. But she’s beginning to, and that’s a start. That’s what makes it thrilling. Her slow slip from defiance into need. She fights it but every breath is another tether. The way she pushes back only pulls me in. She’ll learn soon enough. It’s more personal than she knows. Than I let her believe. There’s nothing accidental about this. About us. This girl has a voice that makes my veins hum with electricity. Makes me burn like fire. I hear her even when she doesn’t mean me to. I watch her in ways she never imagines. And I never let her out of sight.
She was bold today. After making myself known she still walked into the woods like a woman trying to summon a god she doesn’t believe in. Shouting. Cursing. Challenging me. And I let her, staying just out of reach but close enough to taste her voice. To see the pulse flutter at her throat as she hurled her anger into the trees. She thought she was getting to me. Thought her words would push me out of hiding. “Coward.”
Her defiance lit a fuse in me. She doesn’t realize what that mouth of hers has invited. Not yet. But soon she will. I’ll just let her curiosity continue to build for now, I’ll wait until she realizes that the unknown is what makes this so exciting, that her fear is truly just masked arousal just waiting to be recognized. Every time she shouted into the woods I pictured it. Her back against the bark, legs trembling, voice cracking into something softer. That fire in her eyes, breaking down into pure need. She was practically begging for it and I would have given it to her if it weren’t so fun to watch her frustration build.
I wanted to stalk out of those trees, wrap her braid around my fist, drag her to her knees in the dirt and hold her still while I made her learn what surrender feels like. I wanted to bend her over, hold her wrists behind her back and bury myself inside her as she screamed for more.
But I didn’t touch her. Not today. Didn’t answer her call, chase her back to the cabin or send another message. I want her to feel what silence tastes like. How it lingers. She thinks she scared me off. Thinks I’m gone. Cute.
After she went inside, I pulled up the archived cam feed from her house, the one that records whenever she leaves the property. I scrubbed back to the time she left for her run. And that’s when I saw him. It wasn’t a reflection. Not a deer or shadow. A man. Standing by her window and staring inside. Not moving. Watching.
He didn’t try to break in and didn’t touch anything. But I know a predator when I see one. Looks like we found our target. I sent the frame to Matteo. Didn’t give him details, just the timestamp. Within five minutes, I had my answer.
Track him. Find out who he is and don’t let her out of your sight.
That was it. He gave me no name and no affiliation. Which means he doesn’t know either. Could be nothing. Just a man walking by. Looking for a rental. A goddamn birdwatcher. But the timing doesn’t sit right. People don’t just drift past and get that close to an empty lake house unless they have a reason. I don’t believe in coincidences. Especially not when she’s involved.
For now, she thinks the quiet is mercy. That she won. That her shouting scared the wolf away. But she has no idea I’m closer than ever.
She was brave to test me today, to challenge a demon she doesn’t know. And I can’t wait to fuck that fight out of her until she forgets how to speak without moaning my name.
Every scream, every gasp, every insult she shouts my way, I'll take it all. I’ll turn her defiance into devotion. Her fear into fucking worship.
And when she’s writhing beneath me, soaked through and feral with want, she’ll finally understand that good girls don’t run.
They kneel.
— N
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