A woman lives alone in a haunted house with a tragic past—but it’s the man who watches her from outside every night that terrifies and thrills her most. As lightning flashes and shadows deepen, fear and forbidden desire blur. Is he just a stalker… or something far more dangerous? Something tells her the worst is yet to come.
Their slacks are still undone, shirts unbuttoned, and hair ruffled. Sweat drips from the tip of the black-haired man’s nose, while the other has pit stains marring his white shirt. I take in all these details with wide eyes, my brain slow to process what’s going on. Francesca walks in a moment later, staring down…
A sob bursts from my throat, and I press my forehead against hers, hardly feeling the blood soaking my skin. Tears of sorrow and rage track down my cheeks, and all I can do is just squeeze her harder, rocking us back and forth as she dies in my arms. “Sleep, Phoebe,” I whisper against…
I don’t think Xavier plans to keep me for long. How could he when I will eventually bleed out? “Once I take you home with me,” he pants, “I’m going to drink that fucking blood. Dine on it at all hours of the day.” My stomach revolts and I nearly gag again. The picture he’s…
He grunts. “Then you better be nice. I can make that tighter than she did.” A shiver rolls down my spine when his fingers brush against me, picking at the tape until he catches the edge and peels the old bandages from my skin. “So, you’re going to act like needing to change these wasn’t…
Clearing my throat softly, I ask, “May I ask why?” He grins as if he sees straight through the thin fa?ade. “It teaches you how to run away from us. It’s been a tradition for centuries, but if you ask me, I’d prefer my women to be incapable of getting away.” I nod my head…
Surprise widens her dark eyes as I come nose-to-nose with her. “Keep pushing my buttons, Sydney. If you perceived me as weak, then you’re going to get quite the fucking reality check. I put up with your shit this long because I’m sympathetic that Mommy and Daddy don’t love you, nor does Francesca. But I…
“Her name is Adeline Reilly. She was taken to Dr. Garrison’s place to be treated for injuries from a car accident-one that they caused. The doctor had a penchant for taking his patients to his room and having his way with them, except with Addie, he tried to kidnap her. He was killed by one…
“Because they’re true,” I finish, already understanding the ramifications that can have. They have a process, and it’s built off their reputation. “You trust him?” Slade asks, raising a brow. Ryker shrugs, unconcerned. “There’s one of him, and four of us.” My top lip pulls over my teeth, just as unconcerned. I settle into the…
If I pass gas, it’s over. Francesca runs her hands through my cinnamon tresses, observing me through the mirror. We’re in the beauty room, the other girls putting on their makeup, already having gone through the same torture. “You need to do something with this hair. It’s beautiful but hides that elegant neck of yours.…
“The one with the orange hair, does her pussy match, or did she ruin it by dyeing it that color?” another asks, and I have to clench my teeth and bite back a response. Phoebe trembles beside me as Francesca affirms something incredibly personal, her voice even and pleasant. Nasty bitch. “I like that one,”…