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.
And this is where I get tripped up. Because it wasn’t. But had he kept going, had he stripped his clothes from his body and fucked me-I can’t say with absolute certainty that I would’ve stopped him. Or that I would’ve wanted to. Still, I shake my head no. Fury flares in her sage eyes,…
Sighing, I step back in the shadows, pulling out my gun and screwing on the silencer piece. The bass is milder up here, but a bullet zipping by your ear will draw anyone’s attention. I take aim and shoot, the bullet an inch away from Max’s head. Immediately, he dives for cover, pushing the poor…
“We have a deal, Elmer?” His brows plunge at the name, but he doesn’t question it. Having a gun pointed at your family jewels changes your priorities sometimes. “Yes. As long as you let him go.” I flash a wide smile. “He’s already on his way home.” I turn to leave, walking back over to…
“What’s your name, boy?” he asks. “Zack Forthright,” I lie easily. “Name’s Mark Seinburg. I’m sure you already know who I am, though. How long have you been playing poker?” Mark asks as they restart the game, brushing over his narcissism like the notion of me not knowing who he is isn’t an option. I…
My honesty stuns her into silence. “Addie, baby, you’re smart for being scared. Very smart. But why would I want you to fall in love with something fake?” She snorts. “You really think I’d fall in love with you?” “You’re really going to act like you wouldn’t? If I approached you in that bookstore and…
“Do you understand what’s going to happen from now on when you do?” I clamp my mouth shut, refusing to answer such a stupid fucking question. I understand perfectly what’s going to happen. It’s just a matter of listening. In response to my nonverbal answer, he withdraws his fingers, leaving me bereft. But before I…
He doesn’t speak, but he does bite his bottom lip hard, trapping whatever meaningless words on his tongue. Right along with the taste of my pussy. Finally, he turns, the door gently clicking shut behind him. For the second time, I’m left alone. Decimated and in ruins. And again, I let the tears fall freely…
There’s nothing a couple of made-up monsters can do to horrify me more than the actual monsters polluting this world. Humans don’t need to decorate themselves in gory make-up and fake blood to be scary. It’s the insides of us-the darkness that lurks beneath the surface-that’s what’s truly fucking terrifying. That’s what leads people to…
“You’re so fucking creamy,” he rasps. I squeeze my eyes shut, hating how I feel my pussy throb from his words and the attention he’s giving me. More so, I hate that he’s right. I can smell my own arousal, feel the juices sliding down my asscheeks. I shake. I shake because I don’t know…
“I know,” I agree. “I’ll make the necessary connections.” I will find this place, and once I do, I will kill every single motherfucker associated with that hellhole. By the time I’m done, the entire government will be dismantled. Chapter 18 The Manipulator U NKNOWN: You’re so pretty when you sleep. My heart drops when…