Chapter 4 - MY SECRET STALKER RUINED ME 1

~~ Sophia's POV~~

My fingers were already slipping between my thighs before I even turned off the lights.

I’m Sophia Vale, twenty-four years old, and right now I feel like a complete mess. Six months ago, my boyfriend of three years packed his bags and left me for someone he said was “less complicated and more fun.” That breakup broke something inside me. Since then, I’ve been living alone in this small ground-floor apartment, spending my days staring at a blank computer screen, trying to write romance novels that people would actually want to read. But how could I write about passion and desire when I hadn’t felt wanted in so long?

That’s when everything changed.

It started three weeks ago. I was lying in bed one night, feeling lonely and frustrated, touching myself the way I sometimes did to fall asleep. When I opened my eyes, I saw a dark figure standing in the alley just outside my bedroom window. Instead of screaming or jumping up to close the curtains like any normal person would, I froze. My heart was racing, but not just from fear. There was something else. Something dark and exciting that made my body react even more.

The next night, I left the curtains open on purpose. He was there again. And the night after that too.

Now it has become my secret ritual. A dirty little habit I can’t seem to stop.

Tonight was no different. I had spent the whole day struggling to write even one good paragraph. My shoulders were tight, my mind was restless, and my body felt empty and aching. I walked into my bedroom, heart already beating faster with nervous excitement. I left the curtains wide open, just like always. The alley outside was dark and quiet, but I could feel him there. Watching. Waiting.

I stood in front of the window for a moment, letting the soft light from my bedside lamp shine on my body. I was wearing only a thin white tank top that barely held my full breasts and a pair of tiny black panties. My long chestnut hair fell loose over my shoulders and down my back. I knew I looked exposed. Vulnerable. But that was exactly what I wanted right now.

I climbed onto my bed and arranged myself so I was facing the window. My back rested against the pillows as I slowly spread my legs. The cool air from the room touched my skin and made me shiver. Between my legs, I was already getting wet.

I knew he was watching me.

And just the thought of his eyes on my body made my pussy throb with need.

I slid one hand under my tank top and cupped my breast. My nipple was already hard. I pinched it gently at first, then a little harder, rolling it between my fingers. A soft moan slipped from my lips. The pleasure mixed with the shame I felt deep inside. What kind of woman does this? What kind of woman gets turned on knowing a stranger is watching her?

But I couldn’t stop.

My other hand moved lower, slipping inside my panties. My fingers found my clit, already swollen and sensitive. I started rubbing it in slow circles, teasing myself. My hips moved gently on their own, rocking against my hand. I pushed two fingers lower and felt how slick and warm I was.

“He’s out there right now,” I whispered into the quiet room, my voice sounding breathless even to my own ears. “He’s watching me touch myself like a desperate girl. I wonder if he’s stroking his cock while he looks at me.”

That thought sent a fresh wave of heat through my body. I spread my legs wider, pushing my panties to the side so he could see everything. My fingers moved faster, sliding in and out of my wet pussy. The soft, wet sounds filled the bedroom. I added a third finger, stretching myself, imagining it was his thick cock instead of my own hand.

My breathing grew heavier. I pinched my nipple harder while my fingers worked faster between my legs. Pleasure was building deep in my belly, growing hotter and tighter with every stroke. My thighs started to tremble.

“Come closer,” I whispered shamelessly toward the window. “I want you to see how wet I am. I want you to see everything.”

I rubbed my clit in fast, tight circles while my fingers kept thrusting inside me. My back arched off the bed. I was so close. My moans were getting louder, turning into needy little whimpers. The pressure inside me kept building, ready to explode.

Just as I was about to cum, my phone suddenly rang on the nightstand.

The sharp sound cut through the room like a slap.

I froze, my fingers still buried inside my soaked pussy. My heart hammered wildly in my chest. I looked at the screen.

Unknown number.

My mouth went dry. With shaky fingers, I reached for the phone and answered it. I pressed it to my ear, trying to steady my breathing.

“Hello?” I said, my voice still trembling and breathless.

There was a short pause. Then a deep, husky male voice came through the line, low and dangerous.

“You look so fucking beautiful when you’re about to cum for me, Sophia.”

My breath caught in my throat.

He knew my name.

And he was still watching.