| Brixton |Darkness.That's all that I see. I try to open my eyes but they feel heavy. So fucking heavy. Like they're cemented shut. Like someone doesn't want me to open them.Darkness.Trying to open them feels like trying to lift a school bus full of kids. It's nearly impossible. So I stopped trying, and I lay here, allowing the darkness to swallow me whole like it wanted, cocooning me in its tight grip like a mother does her newborn baby.Darkness.Even though I can't seem to open my eyes, I feel warmth on my hand, and a sudden jolt of electricity zaps me, coursing through me at a rapid rate of speed.It's her.My little bird is here. I try to squeeze her hand but I can't tell if my grasp is actually working, but I still try. The darkness doesn't even bother me anymore. The fact that she's here is all that matters. We could be in the depths of hell, burning in the flames of the bastards before us, but as long as we're together, I don't give a fuck where we're at. Pain shoots throu
| Harley |I haven't been able to go into Brixton's apartment without him being here, even though yesterday I went inside and cleaned the shit out of it and everything. Instead, I've been sitting in the hallway with my back pressed against the wall right beside his front door. The same hall I was standing in when I got the call from the detective about Alec and Hudson being murdered.I can't believe it was Scotty all along.Taking a deep breath to try and calm my nerves and get my hands to stop shaking, I focus on Brixton to try and lighten the mood, even though he's still not awake. My eyes travel down the hall toward my old apartment, but I can't bring myself to go in there either. Without Brixton here with me, nothing feels the same as it did. The one friend I did have, betrayed me in the worst way possible. I sigh and hang my head, allowing myself to wallow in the pity that washes over my body as I rock back and forth like a frightened child.I need to go do something, but what i
| Brixton |Being back home has never felt so good, especially with my little bird back where she fucking belongs–With me...She lounges on the couch under my blanket, flipping through the TV while I take the horse pills the hospital gave me, trying to keep the infection away from my stitched wound. I've been home for a week now, and we haven't left the apartment, not even to go down the hall to her old place."What are you watching, little bird? Anything good?""No, there's nothing on."She laughs, tossing the remote on the cushion beside her."I want to get out of the apartment, Brixton. It's a nice day, and I feel like doing something… with you."Still, with a slight limp, I walk over to the couch and sit down beside her, grabbing a hold of her thigh with a tight squeeze that makes her jerk her body to a straight sitting position."I think getting out sounds like a good idea. It might be good for us to get all the shit out in the open too. Go get your little ass dressed."She hops
| Brixton |"I forgive you, Brixton, for all of it. For the stalking, the secrets, the lying—all of it."When we make it back to the big tree, I wrap my little bird in my arms and push her back against the huge trunk, relieved to hear her say those simple little words."Fuck, little bird. You have no idea how much I needed to hear you say that. I'm so fucking sorry for everything that I did to you. I know what I did was stupid and that I shouldn't have done it, and I promise I'll never do anything like that again.""Oh, Brixton, I know you won't."She giggles and licks her lips instinctively; my hungry eyes dart right to them, following the seductive movements of the tip of her tongue."And I accept your apology. I'm sorry, too, for breaking up with you. I regret it all, and I wish I never did it. I want to be your girlfriend again, Brixton. Will you take me back?"I crash my mouth down on hers without giving her an answer, needing to feel her lips on mine so I know this is real befor
| Harley |There's something different about the air in Vegas. I can feel it as Brixton and I walk hand in hand down the busy strip, smiling, and now married for the first and hopefully the only time in our lives. I've never seen him this excited before, and I can't tell if it's the fact that we just got married the fact that I told him I was pregnant, or if it's both. Either way, I love seeing him this happy."So, Brixton, where are we going now?"Of course, when he looks at me, his brow raises in a challenge and his lips curl into a smirk, making my panties even wetter with every step that I take."Well, now that you're my wife, we're going back to the room I rented, and we're going to consummate our fucking marriage before we catch our flight home."Before I can say anything, he scoops me into his arms and carries me the rest of the way down the sidewalk, his eyes locking onto mine with so much pride swirling inside them."I can walk, you know.""I know you can, but I want to carry
Her Stalker is a stalker-age-gap dark romance not recommended for those under 17. Triggers include extreme sexual content, voyeurism, profanity, and dark themes. *Read at your own discretion.This story is about a stalker's love and determination for the girl he set his sights on a long time ago.Brixton started watching Harley, or his little bird when she was starting high school, and she never had a clue... But what happens when his secret is revealed?You'll get flashbacks to before they started dating, and you'll see all the events that took place during those dark times. This story isn't for everyone, but I hope you enjoy it. | Dark Stalker Romance 17+ |~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 1: A Stalker's TruthBrixton pov, 35While waiting for Harley to get home from work, I lounge on the couch with my hand in my pants, my eyes shut, and images of my little bird dancing around in my mind.I can feel my lips curling into a smirk as I fall deeper into the aby
Chapter 2: A Stalker's RevengeBrixton povI haven't been able to fucking sleep or do much of anything else since my little bird flew away from our nest.I haven't seen her around either, which isn't like her. But then again, she did find out I betrayed her by stalking her for most of her life, so I'd expect nothing less. I've scoped out her apartment, but she hasn't been back. I didn't want to show my face where she works, but I found out I had no other fucking option. When Harley and I first started dating officially, she was working at one of the most prestigious gentlemen's clubs in Brockton, and that's where she still works today. I fucking hated it—the way she'd flaunt her perfectly sculpted body to random men and let them treat her like a piece of fucking meat. At that time, she had just lost her fiancé to a senseless murder, and she spiraled unbelievably out of control. Alec was her everything, and when she lost him, she lost the sparkle that illuminated her bright blue eyes.
●Harley● Alec hovers his sweaty, naked body over mine, and I find myself getting lost in the light yellow ring around his dark, dilated pupils, gazing intently into his eyes. Having just experienced an overdue, intense orgasm, we both lie here panting and satisfied as small tremors rock our bodies. God, I love this man. I still get butterflies whenever he flashes that smile at me like he is doing now.He removes the wet hair from my face and kisses my cheeks softly and sensually, letting out seductive groans as he does so.“Marry me, Harley Rain Savage, please, baby?”He holds my face in his hands and stares down at me, waiting for my answer to his proposal. He already knows my answer, but I can tell he wants me to say it regardless.“Yes, Alec Rocco Carson. I will marry you, babe.”His lips claim mine in a passionate, heated frenzy, and the next thing I know, he rolls me on top of him and slams me on his cock in just one brutal motion.●All of a sudden, my eyes fling open, and I bo