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.
“Keep sucking,” he hisses, pulling me out of my head. Breathing in deep, I hold my breath as I swallow him once more, tears welling in my eyes from the sheer size of him. His hand grabs the nape of my neck to keep me still while he pumps his hips, a growl rumbling from…
His grip becomes bruising, but it’s hardly noticeable when my stomach is tightening, and I’m so close to falling over the edge for the second time tonight. His hips stutter and then he’s shouting, cursing my name as streams of his seed paint my skin. I erupt in the same moment, shuddering violently and rocking…
She is so going to die with acne all over her face and I find poetic justice in that. I roll my lips, attempting to ignore the sharp pain stabbing in the center of my chest. Anytime I think of Rio and what will happen when Zade eventually gets his hands on him… I kind…
Feeling invigorated, I twist in his arms and tear at his blazer, the buttons flying as his heated eyes lift to meet mine, his tongue slowly swiping across his bottom lip. Red is smeared across his cheek from my bloody hand, and the sight has my eyes nearly rolling. He looks so goddamn savage, and…
“Focus, Adeline. What does power feel like?” I release another shaky breath and speak before I can think too deeply about it. “It makes me feel good.” “Good,” he murmurs. “I want you to think about that feeling. In your mind, hold that gun to whoever you wish. To me. To any of the men…
So many of them. Fuck, you’re so tight. You sure you’ve been fucked before? Shh, don’t cry diamond, it’ll only hurt for a second. I can’t wait to hear you scream. Let me see that blood, baby. Show me how hard I tear you apart with my cock. “You’re no different, right?” I bite out,…
“I don’t know how to… be okay with it.” “Not even with your own hand?” he rasps. He pulls away, gently setting me on the floor. “You took back the power with that knife. Now you can take it back when it comes to physical touch. Let me show you.” My brows furrow as I…
“Is that Xavier Delano?” one of them asks, trying to get a good look at him. “No,” Zade lies. Xavier’s face is still covered, but if he’s been coming here often enough, he might be recognizable by his hair or stature. Sometimes something as simple as their hands can be easily identified if you know…
And now, I’m left with a pile of broken pieces in my hands where my heart is supposed to be, and I don’t know how to mend it without cutting myself deeper. “I don’t need you, Zade. I don’t need you to do anything for me.” He clutches the back of my neck and pulls…
I spot the hallway to my left, swallowing when I find how dark and uninviting it looks. Holding my breath, I sidle past writhing bodies, ducking away from a few wandering hands. My heart hammers in my chest when I enter the hallway. Neon red lights line the ceiling on either side, illuminating the space…