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.
It feels like fucking destiny that the man who haunts her is the same man who dedicated his life to destroying the people set out to take her life. “I know you don’t care,” Mark forges on, noting the look on my face. “But the second they find out I’m dead, they’ll up and move.”…
Jay sighs. “Yes…” he trails off, and I can feel the question hanging from the tip of his tongue. I want to reach through the receiver, snatch it, and crush it before he can speak, but he’s too quick. “So, uh, this is like the love of your life or some shit?” he asks awkwardly.…
He’s a lawyer for the president, and someone Mark mingled with often. He’s a charming man-the tall, dark, and handsome type. With his thick black eyebrows set low over dark eyes that give him a menacing look, black hair, and a snake-like smile. He’s pushing his fifties, but the man isn’t hurting for women. Dan…
“You kill people often?” She’s a small thing, but the girl can fight. And by the near-constant murderous gleam in her eye, it truly doesn’t surprise me. She shrugs. “Only the demons.” I can’t help the small grin. “Do you call yourself the demon-slayer too?” She snarls and stomps her foot like the child she’s…
I sigh, readying myself for a tough conversation I don’t know how to have. I’ll stick to my story. I got lost. That’s it. I open the car door and nearly collapse in. When I meet her stare, she’s glaring at me with the heat of a thousand suns. “Why the fuck do you look…
“You’re psychotic,” I gasp. This time he laughs, the dark rumble traveling straight to the apex of my thighs. “You will learn to love it,” he murmurs distractedly. His attention has been pulled away as his hands drift across my flat stomach and cup my breasts. I don’t have small breasts by any means, I…
“I don’t want you to ask me,” I say slowly. Confusion flits across his eyes for a brief second, and I show him exactly what I mean at that moment. I turn and start to run. But he’s too fast. His hand snaps out and wraps around my hair, yanking me backwards. A sharp gasp…
“Ah!” I shout, my hands seconds from flying to his chest so I can push off of him. He’s too much, stretching me wider than I’ve ever been. My eyes are rounded into giant saucers as I whimper from the assault. I feel his girth slide between my fingers as he works himself inside deeper.…
He molds his front to my back, spearing through my tightening pussy. The hand in my hair travels down around my throat and squeezes tight while his other palm splays across my flat stomach. “Tonight is just practice but I promise you, little mouse, this body will be carrying all my babies one day,” he…
His reflection follows me everywhere I go. There were a few times I was convinced I’d truly lost him, seeing nothing but my own image. And then he’d step out from somewhere, crushing my hopes. After a few minutes, I’m out of breath. The adrenaline and fear are getting to me. My chest is constricted…