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8. Tilly

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TILLY

A shudder runs through me as I step onto the college campus. My heart pounds in my chest, and my palms sweat. I feel so exposed out here in the open after what happened at the club Friday night.

Ever since that encounter with the masked man, I’ve been a prisoner in my apartment. Too afraid to leave, too shaken to face the world. But I can’t skip classes without falling behind.

I tug my jacket tighter around myself and hurry across the quad, eyes darting at every shadow, every movement in my peripheral vision. Paranoia claws at my mind. Is that figure watching me from behind those trees? Did that bush rustle?

I clutch the strap of my backpack like a lifeline, quickening my pace.

Deep breaths, Tilly. There’s no one following you.

With my head down, I walk into the computer science building and up to the coding lab. The familiar hum of machines and the tap of keys on keyboards instantly calm my anxiety. This is my element and where I’m in control, where the world makes sense in lines of code.

I fire up my workstation and lose myself in the logic and the neat patterns. But my mind keeps flashing back to the sight of that man in the skull mask at Pulse and the sound of my cries as he ate my pussy like no man ever has.

God, he was a fucking master with his tongue, and I’ve never come so hard or fast before. Granted, I’m not exactly experienced. I’ve had one high school boyfriend I slept with and only one other guy during my first year of college.

Amy’s text flashes across my cell phone screen, a welcome distraction.

Hey girl, are you free for an early lunch at the usual spot?

I quickly type back.

Yeah, that sounds perfect. See you there in 20?

Packing up my stuff, I push aside the lingering unease from earlier.

The crisp autumn air bites at my cheeks as I step outside, leaves crunching underfoot. I tug my jacket tighter and walk across campus to the cozy coffee shop off Greek Row. Our usual place.

Pushing through the door, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and freshly baked muffins envelops me. Amy waves from our usual booth in the back corner, a bright smile lighting up her face .

“There’s my girl!” She hops up to give me a quick hug. “You could use a pick-me-up after that brutal coding lab.”

I roll my eyes but can’t help grinning at her infectious energy. “You know me too well. Let’s get some caffeine and sugar in me, stat.”

After ordering my mocha, her frappe, and a couple of muffins, we settle into our usual booth. “So, how was your weekend after our wild night out?”

My stomach twists into knots at the mention of our night out. The night when I let a stranger go down on me and was even expecting more until he just walked off, leaving me stunned.

I try to push it from my mind. “Oh, you know, just chilled at home and relaxed. Needed to recover from all that dancing and drinking.”

Amy snorts, rolling her eyes. “Uh huh, sure. You’re such a boring homebody sometimes, Tills.”

If only she knew the truth—I’ve been practically locked in my apartment since Friday night when I returned, too terrified to leave. How could I explain the dark, twisted events at the club without her thinking I was completely unhinged for allowing it to happen?

The best thing is to keep it to myself. It’s what I’m best at. From this moment on, I’ll bury the memory of that man kneeling between my thighs in a skull mask, those cold ice-blue eyes piercing into my soul as he...

I shudder involuntarily. The phantom feeling of his wicked tongue devouring me sends a tremor down my spine.

Get it together, Tilly. Don’t let your mind go there again .

“Earth to Tilly!” Amy’s amused voice breaks through my spiraling thoughts. “You zoned out there for a second. Everything okay?”

Forcing a bright smile, I nod. “Yeah, yeah, sorry! Just got distracted thinking about this coding project I’m working on.”The lie falls easily from my lips. I’ve always been a skilled bullshitter when needed.

“Ugh, you’re such a nerd,” Amy teases. She launches into a dramatic retelling of her wild weekend antics, including a one-night stand with some jock from our college after they hooked up at Pulse.

I let her ramblings wash over me, trying to silence the dark thoughts in my mind.

For now, I’m safe here in the light of day, surrounded by the normal bustle of the coffee shop. But I’m sure that mysterious man will find a way to claim me as his again. After all, he all but promised as much.

Not yet, baby. But soon. I promise.

He made it clear he wants me to stay away from all other men.

I’m going to prove why you belong to me. Why you need to stay the fuck away from any other men.

God. Just thinking about the way he growled those words gets me wet. I’m so fucked up. The guy is an unhinged stalker.

“You know I’m a nerd at heart,” I laugh, trying to keep up the playful tone. “Coding is my first love. What can I say?”

Amy rolls her eyes and takes a sip of her latte. “Well, try not to get too lost in your little computer world, missy. You’re missing out on all the fun! Like, have I told you about my new neighbor yet? He’s this super hot med student with the most amazing abs?—”

As Amy starts on another animated story about her latest romantic prospect, my eyes drift to the window, scanning the busy sidewalk outside. Students hurry to and fro, heads down, lost in their worlds.

Amidst the bustling crowd, a flash of something catches my eye. My heart skips a beat as I spot a familiar figure. Tall, muscular build, dark hair—it’s him . The masked man from the club.

He pauses, icy blue eyes locked on me through the coffee shop window. The world seems to hold its breath as our gazes meet. I feel the weight of his intense stare, his unblinking focus.

I can’t look away. Every nerve in my body is on fire. It’s like he’s peering straight into my soul with those piercing eyes, seeing all my darkest desires.

Suddenly, he turns and melts into the crowd, disappearing from view. My heart pounds wildly, and I feel a strange mix of relief and disappointment.

“Tilly? Are you even listening to me?” Amy’s voice snaps me back to reality.

“Huh? Oh, sorry, my mind wandered for a second,” I stammer. “What were you saying about your new neighbor?”

Amy looks frustrated. “I said, he’s got this gorgeous tattoo on his bicep, like a Japanese dragon or something. Super hot. ”

I nod, feigning interest as I steal another glance out the window, searching for any sign of him. Was it him?

“Tilly Jane Lawson, are you blushing?” Amy teases, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Are you searching for this mystery man of yours?”

I feel my cheeks burning and stammer, “W-what? No, of course not! I just thought I saw someone I met at Pulse the other night.”

Amy’s eyebrows shoot up. “Ooh, la la! A guy from Pulse, huh? Now I’m intrigued. Do tell all!”

I sip my coffee, stalling for time as my mind races. How can I explain this pull toward a man I know nothing about? A man who is quite clearly dangerously obsessed with me?

Before I can answer, my phone buzzes with a text. My heart lurches as I don’t recognize the number.

I stare at my phone screen, that unknown number glaring back at me. A wave of unease washes over me as I open the text.

I saw the way you were looking at me, sweetheart.

I read the words over and over. It’s him. How did he get my number? A wave of nausea washes over me as another message pings through.

Don’t bother trying to run or hide. We both know you’re mine now. The way you came so beautifully on my tongue at Pulse proved it.

I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting back the memories that try to resurface. The feeling of being held by him while he devoured me. The sinful pleasure that rocked through my body.

“Tilly, what is it?” Amy asks, snapping my attention back to her.

“Oh, nothing, just my coding lab partner asking for notes,” I lie, sipping my coffee.

Amy’s brow furrows. “So, this guy? What happened?”

I shake my head. “Nothing, we just danced for a bit, that’s all. Nothing to tell, really,” I lie.

My phone buzzes in my lap again, and I look down.

You came so hard for me, didn’t you, baby? I could feel how wet you were, how much you loved my tongue on you.

Arousal stirs low in my belly, my cheeks burning with shame. How can this stranger’s words affect me this way? I’m disgusting. Broken.

Bet you’re dripping for me right now just thinking about it. Don’t worry, I’ll be giving you what you need soon enough.

I release a shaky breath, glancing across the table at Amy, who is watching me.

“Everything okay?” Amy asks. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Tills.”

If only she knew the thoughts swirling in my mind right now. The dark fantasies this stranger has awoken. I quickly smile, shoving my phone back into my pocket. “Y-Yeah, I’m good! Just got a big project to plan, no biggie. ”

She arches an eyebrow but doesn’t push further. I tune back into her ramblings, trying to focus on anything other than the heat pulsing between my thighs.

Another buzz from my pocket makes me jump. I discreetly glance at the new message, my face flushing.

I can’t wait to bury my cock deep inside you. To make you scream and beg for more as I pound you into the mattress. You’re going to take every thick inch of me like the desperate little slut you are.

Oh god. I squeeze my thighs together as a fresh gush of arousal dampens my panties. This is so wrong, so messed up. But the vivid images his words conjure make me ache with need.

I take another sip of my coffee, trying to keep my expression neutral as another text comes through.

You know you want this as badly as I do. Your cunt is practically throbbing at the thought of me claiming you.

A whimper escapes my lips before I can stop it. Amy breaks off mid-sentence, giving me a strange look.

“Tilly? You’re acting weird. What’s going on?”

“N-Nothing!” I stammer, my face flaming hot. “Just a, uh, cramp. You know how it is.”

She gives me a sympathetic look. “Oh shit yeah, that explains why you’re off. Do you want an aspirin?” She digs into her purse.

I shake my head. “Already took one, don’t worry about it.” My gaze drifts back to my phone screen when another text filters in, making my heart pound.

I’m going to ruin you for any other man. Make you my little fucktoy to use however I please. You’re mine, baby.

The darkness, the raw possession in his words—it terrifies me. Even so, I can’t deny the twisted craving building inside me. Despite how fucked up it is that this guy is invading my privacy and stalking me, I want him.

Trembling, I stuff my phone back in my pocket, my thighs clenched.

Get a grip, Tilly. You can’t let this psycho get to you.

But as another message buzzes against my leg, I know it’s too late. This stranger has awakened something within me. A dark need I can’t ignore, no matter how much I try to fight it.

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