Arianna
I'm still processing the news when I hear footsteps behind me.
"Ari, baby, I should have expected for a surprise visit but I didn't know you are too curious about me," his voice is soft but dangerous at the same time.
His appearance startles me when I turn around and try to leave but he breaks the distance between us, pushing me back into his desk, putting his hands on each side so I can't escape.
"Now, now. That's not very nice," he says with a chuckle.
"How did you know I was here?" I ask, my heart beating fast and loud against my ribcage.
"I was in the middle of a crime scene when I noticed your location moving towards my house and what a surprise it was, did you find everything you were looking for?" he leans in with a grin.
I feel weak in the knees for some reason. The fact he is the author of my darkest fantasies. And now my stalker.
"You're him," I breathe out. His smirk grows wider at my words. "You wrote those books!"
He hooks his finger between my locks, tugging it slightly when I see glint in his eyes," Are you glad? You have met your greatest inspiration finally. How does it feel?"
"I..." my throat gets blocked for a moment before I manage to continue. "It feels... I don't know. I mean... What is the meaning of this? How am I meant to react after everything you've done? How am I meant to feel after you stalked me all this time?"
"I saw you in the bookstore two years ago after I met with my publisher to put my second book for sale. It was the first time I saw you," he starts telling me," You were so beautiful that day when you read my book with that kind smile, it draw me in ever since. You weren't disgusted by the things I wrote, you even got inspired to create art from them so I knew we are destined to each other,"
"Why didn't you stop stalking me from then on?!"
"Because I couldn't help myself, Arianna," he replies, his golden eyes piercing mine.
This guy is really crazy and so obsessed with me I can't tell if he's doing this because I am his muse or if he's insane, I don't think I really care anymore.
His hand doesn't move away from my locks when he takes the mask with the other one. Heart racing, I watch him slip the mask on his face, only his eyes visible to my eyes.
"Do you like it?" his deep voice asks.
My chest tightens, feeling my breath coming out faster as he steps closer to me, crowding me into his desk.
"V..Vincent..." I manage to whisper in a hoarse voice.
"I know, Arianna," he smiles down at me.
"I know about you. You would love a masked man to do things to your body because you love the mystery behind the mask. You are addicted to the images I put inside your head," his whisper makes me press my thighs against his when he chuckles," We should put this to a good use, don't you think? I'm sure you've waited for me all this time to show you how it feels to belong to someone,"
He moves his hand away from my hair and grabs my chin roughly, forcing me to look up at him but it isn't enough to make me look up. He pushes my chin forward, making me arch my neck to see that his masked lips are just a few inches away from mine.
"Look into my eyes, baby. Look at them and remember who you belong to."
I do it without hesitation this time even though my cheeks ar burning bright red. Once he sees my eyes on him, Vincent smiles.
"Good girl."
The praise shouldn't make me feel hot but it does.
"You never asked me to be yours," I need to keep my dignity in check too, I couldn't just surrender to him that easily.
Vincent keeps his eyes on me, checking every detail on my face when he starts stroking my cheekbone with his thumb. The action made me even more nervous because he was not saying anything.
"Vince?"
His name on my lips makes him close his eyes when he rests his forehead on mine," I can ask you to marry me but I think that will make you run away from me for real."
Wait, what? He's actually serious?
"Are you proposing me?" I'm in shock.
His golden eyes peer down at me," Not really but if you want, I can do it right now and I will drop on one knee for you but if I intend to propose, we will do it in the forest."
Um, excuse me? "In the forest?" I'm hella confused.
Pulling his mask off, he drops it on the desk behind me and smirks down at me, taking my jaw in his hand to pull my lips an inch away from his," Yes. When I make you run away and after I catch you, I will fuck you hard enough that you only remember my name on your lips. Only then when you're exhausted from running and fucking, only then I will propose to you to marry me because, little rabbit, that's our best fantasy coming to life. I know that you love that scene," breathing the same oxygen, my eyes roll back from the image he is creating.
It was not sunshine and unicorns like from those soft romance novels. Our cravings were much darker. How can I resist if he keeps talking like that?
"So you will propose me in the dirt. That's really romantic," I still try to sound sarcastic.
He laughs and then whispers," Fuck, your sassy little mouth," brushing his lips against mine, he breathes in me, " I will give you thousands of proposals, I don't care. Whatever my girl wants, she will get."
Ignoring my heart fluttering, I change the subject," Don't you have work? You specifically came home because I broke in and by the way, your back door was open, I don't know what were you thinking. It's not safe," I scrunched my nose at that.
He hugs me to his chest," The door was left open for you in case you come. It automatically locks if there's an intruder. The door recognizes heat signatures, fingerprints for authorized people."
I facepalmed myself then. I'm such a fool to think I outsmarted him. But wait...
"How do you have my fingerprints?"
He has the audacity to look sheepish.