Chapter 16: Mr Stalker
Enzo’s POV
I woke up to an empty bed. The sheets were tangled around my legs, still warm in places, yet the other side had gone cold. The scent of another clung to the fabric, a ghost of last night’s passion—a mix of spice and smoke, dark and intoxicating. My fingers curled into the sheets, gripping the fleeting presence he’d left behind. My heart pounded as I reached up, tugging at the blindfold still wrapped around my head, the silk damp with sweat.
As the fabric fell away, my eyes adjusted to the dim morning light filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows across the disheveled bed. But he was gone.
A disappointed sigh escaped my lips, heavier than I wanted to admit. The absence of my stalker left a strange ache in my chest, a hollow reminder of the ecstasy he’d drawn from me with hands that had worshipped and ruined in equal measure. There was an unsettling intimacy to his touch, a possessiveness that should have terrified me but instead made my pulse skitter.
I ran a hand through my hair, my body sluggish and sore. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I shifted, and a shiver raked through me at the slick sensation between my thighs. Heat pooled in my stomach as flashes of the night before flickered through my mind—his rough whispers against my skin, the firm grip of his hands pinning me down, the way he’d unraveled me until I was nothing but gasping breaths and broken moans.
With a groan, I forced myself upright, my muscles protesting the movement. The floor was cool beneath my bare feet as I padded toward the bathroom. The scent of him lingered on my skin, a phantom caress that made my pulse spike. The cool tiles sent a sharp jolt through my senses as I stepped inside, my gaze flicking to the mirror above the sink.
A stranger stared back.
My reflection was undone—lips swollen, faint bruises blooming along my throat, a flush still painting my cheekbones. Evidence of him. Proof that last night had been real, that he had been here, had touched me, had claimed me. I exhaled shakily and turned away.
The shower knobs squeaked as I twisted them, and a moment later, warm water cascaded over my body, washing away the remnants of last night’s sins. And yet, no matter how much I scrubbed, I knew I wouldn’t be able to erase him.