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’s a large living room, with a massive TV screen mounted on the wall to our right and plush couches surrounding it, along with a recliner. I imagine that’s where her dad sits, yelling at whatever football team plays on the screen. His image fades as a different person replaces it, a body emerging from…
“Which one is your mom’s room?” I ask, keeping my voice low and swiping a few shards from Addie’s backside that she missed. Sibby is sticking out her ass and wiping her butt off, but in her head, one of her henchmen is helping her. “First door on the left,” she responds. “Sibby, I want…
“I will blow your fucking head off, bitch,” he spits. A large man fills the doorway at the end of the hallway, and I quickly usher Addie out of sight before he spots us at the mouth. I flatten myself against the wall and peek around the corner. If he tries anything, I’ll be the…
She rushes over to her sneakers lying haphazardly at the foot of her bed. “She can’t possibly think this will work. Does she think I’m that fucking stupid to run into the same situation twice?” “It’s not about how smart you are, it’s about how desperate you are. And if she gets ahold of your…
“Do you want to see how easily I can break you?” I murmur coyly. He grunts as I drop lower again, more than half of his cock buried inside me. It feels like too much and not enough. It’s never enough. Even when I’m filled to the brim, I want more. I don’t wait for…
“I’ll never get tired of hearing you say you love me, and if you ever stop, I’ll put strings in your fucking lips and make you say it.” Then, he leans down closer until his breath fans across my cheeks, and whispers, “But I don’t believe you.” My mouth drops, and my brows furrow. “Are…
He inhales sharply, and then he’s flinging the knife across the room, the sound of it cracking against my vanity mirror swallowed by my sharp cries. His hand comes around my throat, mouth still pressed into my ear. “Say it again,” he demands, quickening his pace. I bite my lip until I taste copper, struggling…
Pulling out my phone, I dial Jay, bouncing my leg as it rings. “You hate me,” is his groggy answer. “Something is wrong,” I say, digging in my pocket to pull out my cigarettes. “What happened?” he asks, sounding more alert. I shake my head, struggling to put it into words. “I don’t know yet.…
Fuck me sideways. His cock is hard, the tip reddened and the veins prominent, and it nearly sends me to my knees with a prayer on my tongue. He’s fucking glorious, and my heart wrenches with the reminder that this man-no, this God -is mine. He straightens, and I try to tell myself to drink…
It’s well after midnight now, and I’ve been lying in bed in nothing but a black nightie, gearing myself up for his arrival. Rolling over, I watch him gently shut the door and begin to shuffle towards the bathroom, sulfur, blood, and smoke permeating the air. My balcony doors are cracked open, allowing in the…