My Masked Stalker (Hollowbrook Haunted House #1)

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Ivan

I can smell her perfume before she even enters the room. Heat spreads throughout my body and my skin tingles with awareness, and I crouch behind the rickety old door. Dim red lights illuminate the room, dry ice filters through, and a flashing white light occasionally mimics lightning. I can hear the shrill screams of other visitors as my co-actors roar, and I suppress a chuckle. When you’ve worked here as long as I have, nothing scares you anymore.

She giggles as my co-worker shouts at her to run, not falling for the jump-scare. She used to apologize to them for not reacting the way the others did until she stopped caring. A few of the actors stopped bothering when they saw her come through, recognizing her from all the other years she came through.

The soft thump of her footsteps echoes through my haunted room, and I slowly stand, obscured by the shadows. Maybe she hears me or feels the shift in the air, but she stops in the middle of the room. The door slams shut behind her as my coworker lets out a bellowing laugh. I’m alone in this dark room with this woman, and she closes her eyes with a smile on her lips.

I step from my hiding spot, slowly making my way to her. I hear her breath catch as I inch closer. I smirk inside my mask; if she was reacting to me already, how would she fare when I touch her? Would she scream so loud, that everyone would think I frightened her?

My breath puffs in front of me, visible due to the chilly night air regularly let in with the swinging front door. I slow my steps the closer I get to her until I can feel the stray strands of her hair tickle my skin. She’s so vibrant, heat radiating from her body like she’s my sun and I’m a planet helpless to her pull.

I turn, circling her like my prey, fighting to keep my breath slow, calm, and controlled. I can’t let her know how bad she affects me. I have to keep the mystery and stay in our allotted roles. I am her predator, and she is mine.

As I round her again, she opens her eyes tentatively, peeking at me through her lashes. She bites her lower lip, the tension easing from her muscles as her posture changes. She’s fucking melting for me already.

I reach forward, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Her breath stutters, and I tilt my head to the side, mesmerized by her. I chuckle, dragging my fingers along her face and to her mouth, untucking that pouty bottom lip from her teeth. Her skin is so warm and soft, it takes everything in me to drag my hand away from her.

I lean forward, almost crouching down to meet her eyes. I take a deep breath before I level her heated gaze.

“Run,” I murmured. “Because once I get my hands on you, Luna Morris, I’m never letting you go.”

Her eyes widened, her mouth falling open in shock. I pulled away, backing up a few steps.

“You have until I count to ten. One…”

Seemingly remembering how to breathe, Luna gasps before she turns, bolting for the door that springs open to the next room.

“Two…three…four,” I trail off, turning to watch her flee. My muscles ache, straining to take off after her right away. I want to claim her, and it was torture to wait longer than these past several years I spent watching her. But I knew she’d be most receptive on Halloween, during the times when her eyes glazed with arousal and her little nipples pebbled under her skimpy costume.

“Five…six…seven…” I continue, my eyes glued to that round, juicy ass jiggling as she runs, her skirt flailing as she tugs urgently at the doorknobs. I know this place like the back of my hand, there was nowhere she could hide from me.

“Eight…nine…ten. Ready or not, baby girl, here I come.”