Loved by Blake

Copyright © [2023] by [Gemini Black] All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. Loved by Blake Gemini Black A Note from Gemini This book continues on from where Stalked by Santa left off. If you haven't yet read it, then you will need to go back and do that first in order for this to make sense. If you thought book 1 was dark, this one will take who down into an even darker place, with many triggering themes and scenes. Please read responsibly. This book is a work of fiction for entertainment purposes and is in no way trying to glamourize stalking, revenge, torture or sexual assault. Now that you have been warned of what's to come, please do buckle up and enjoy the ride… Sometimes love can take you to some pretty dark places, but it can also show you the light. Chapter 1Pepper “Fuck me like you hate me, Blake!” I scream as the headboard crashes against the wall over and over again. “Really give it to me!” Blake thrusts in and out of me with such force that it’s a wonder he hasn’t snapped me in half. “I did hate you,” he snarls as the sweat drips down his tattooed arms onto mine. “And now?” I pant. “Now I’m fucking addicted.” His lips meet mine for the briefest of moments before he whispers, “Are you ready for me to fill you up, Princess?” I nod, gripping his biceps tight and digging my fingernails in. I know from experience that when Blake is ready to deliver an orgasm, boy does he deliver, and its best to hold on to something. Otherwise, reality seems to dissipate around you and you freefall into insanity. I should know, since I came back three weeks ago, he’s spent more time inside of me than out. I’m not sure I have much of a grip on reality at all these days. We’re each as insane as the other. Blake drives into me one more time, delivering the final blow, sending us both spiralling into sheer bliss before collapsing on top of me. The rhythm of his heart hammering against my chest soothes me somehow. The heart that almost stopped beating, the heart he stills denies having. But I know it’s in there, beating hard and fast, just waiting to burst free and show itself. Blake rolls off me and lays on his back beside me, a content, lazy smile on his lips. “What time do you get off work today?” he asks casually, running his fingers through my tangled hair. “Around five, but I was going to head back to my place.” Blake immediately tenses and leans up on his elbow to glare at me. The look on his face is murderous. That look used to fill me with fear and anxiety, now I’ve grown to rather like it. “Why would you want to do that?” “Because I haven’t been home for weeks! I've only left your cabin to go to work and that’s it! I’m kind of getting sick of wearing and washing the same few outfits over and over again. Besides, I need to check on things there. Aren’t you sick of me yet?” Blake flares his nostrils in annoyance and wets his bottom lip, almost making me forget all the reasons why I thought I should go home. “If you insist on going home, then I’m coming with you,” he barks. I resist the urge to roll my eyes and instead watch his toned ass as he gets up to go in search of his cigarettes. “There’s really no need. I won’t be long. Besides, I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.” Blake turns to look at me over his shoulder, his dark eyes smoldering. “This from the girl who got stalked and kidnapped.” His evil smirk sets me on fire with desire. There’s a dry sense of humor lurking under the surface with Blake that I’m just starting to get a glimpse of, which only adds to his intricate weave of layers. “Yes, by you! So surely, by that logic, I’m far safer going alone,” I tease. Blake raises one eyebrow at me and stalks back towards me. “Are you sassing me, Princess? Just because it isn’t Christmas anymore, doesn’t mean you can’t be punished.” A flutter of excitement starts to swell in my abdomen at his words and I lick my bottom lip as he draws closer. He crawls over me on the bed so he has me pinned, his muscular forearms on either side of my head, caging me in. “You’re mine. Wherever you go, I go,” he growls. before sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and gently biting down on it. Most women would probably protest Blake’s over the top possessiveness, but then again, most women wouldn’t start a relationship with their stalker. I’ve accepted the fact that I am far from normal or sane and that, together, we are about as dysfunctional and unconventional as they come. I arch up to meet Blake’s kiss full force and run my hands over his naked body. I never tire of looking at him, he’s like a work of art. The intricate snowflake tattoos etched into his skin are a beautiful reminder of his pain and suffering. I pull him closer to me so our bodies meet and moan into his mouth, causing his cock to twitch in response. Rolling us over so I’m on top, I drag my nails down his firm chest until I reach the base of his erection and grip his length firmly in my hand. Blake’s eyes close in pleasure and a deep rumble comes from his throat. With my right hand, I slowly stroke up and down while I watch him. When he opens his eyes, they’re dark and hungry. “Suck it,” he commands. “But