LOGINSix years ago, he looked at her once and decided she belonged to him.Kammie wanted only three things in life:write a bestseller, buy a villa, and die filthy rich. Being hunted by a masked stranger was never part of the plan.But the night his eyes found hers through the tinted window of a black car, something inside her changed forever. He never told her his name.Never showed his face. Only appeared in the dark like a beautiful curse she couldn’t escape. And somehow.. His touch awakened the worst parts of her, the reckless side of her,the addicted parts. Six years later, she returns to the same country she once fled from.One week after her cheating ex-boyfriend is delivered to her doorstep dead. No explanation.Just blood, silence and fear crawling beneath her skin. What Kammie doesn’t realize is that her stranger never stopped watching. Not when she cried. Not when she loved another man. Not even when she ran. And now? Now she’s exactly where he wants her. Alone. Vulnerable. Untouchable to everyone except him. Her ex is gone. The distance is gone. And the obsession he buried for six years has returned hungrier than ever. She tries to run, but her stranger doesn’t just enjoy the chase He lives for it. Kammie knows she should be terrified. But the most dangerous thing about him isn’t the stalking, the masks, or the bodies left behind in his wake. It’s the fact that every time he touches her… She wants more. Because Kammie was never the kind of girl who trembled in fear.She was the kind who became addicted to it. And falling for her stranger? That was the most terrifying thing of all.
View MoreXERO.His eyes darkened as one of the guards leaned close and whispered something into his ear, his shoulders tensing as his gaze lingered on mine.Jeremy didn't say a word.His eyes barely left mine.Then he slowly raised two fingers.His single gesture was enough to send the guards shifting immediately, tightening their formation around him as every rifle rose and locked onto my chest.Only then did he speak."Make sure he doesn't leave this floor."He paused, taking a slow step back behind his men."Alive."The safety catches clicked off one after another.A slow smile spread beneath my mask.Finally.Something worth killing for.My fingers slipped into the pouch strapped to my belt, pulling out a small black canister no bigger than two fingers.Jeremy frowned."What the hell is-"I pulled the pin.The canister bounced across the polished floor and rolled beneath the feet of the advancing guards.The sharp hiss echoed through the corridor.Gray smoke burst outward, swallowing the h
XERO.I cracked the joint in my neck as I walked further down the hall. Different rooms stretched across the corridor, their numbered plates reflecting beneath the overhead lights.Room 148.Room 151.Room 154.Room 156.I slowed when I sensed movement behind the door."Benson. When are they being transferred?"A voice followed almost immediately.My jaw clenched.The children.The voice behind the door continued without a hint of shame."The kids are to be taken out to the guest rooms, and each of them will be transferred depending on their performance. They were sold for this, Conrald. Nothing more. Nothing less. Their only value is in what they can be used for."A low chuckle followed.The sound scraped against every nerve in my body. Murder settled in my chest as I imagined each of them dying one by one.I stood motionless outside Room 156, one second away from breaking in.There were at least three voices.Maybe four.A glass shattered against the floor, followed by another burst
Xero.I've been called many things in my life. A monster. A killer. A psychopath. None of it ever mattered, but watching her read those documents nearly broke me.I watched every second of it through the cameras. I watched her unfold the papers, watched her stare at that photograph, and watched the color slowly drain from her face. The longer she looked at it, the more I could see the pieces falling into place inside her head, and then I saw it-the betrayal.She never said my name. She didn't have to. I saw the answer written all over her face. In her mind, the man behind the mask and the man who killed her father were one and the same.Me.And as I watched her believe it, I realized I would've taken a bullet without hesitation if it meant erasing that look from her face, because wounds heal. What settled in her eyes that night wouldn't."X, everything is under control."Clay's voice cut through my thoughts as I moved down the dark corridor.Fifteen minutes.That was all that remained
Kammie.All my life, I ran.Not from monsters.Never from monsters.Monsters were easy.You could see them.You knew what they were.It was everything else that terrified me.The questions.The memories.The truths waiting at the end of them.Whenever life kicked down my door, demanding answers, I did what I'd always done.I ran.But this time-It felt like a sharp wound tearing through my skin, forcing me to blink repeatedly, trying to confirm if this was a nightmare or a dream.Either way.It was worse.My gaze was locked onto the A4-sized paper, the image of a masked stranger standing inches from the mansion gates, every part of him dressed in black.Awfully familiar.Like seeing him from a clearer angle, but this time standing in the same place as the assassin who annihilated my father.It couldn't be.It just couldn't be.Yet the proof lay in front of me-brutally real."Xavier." His name echoed in my mind like a forbidden spell, thick and heavy. He had it tattooed on my right thi
Kammie “So tight and wet…” He rubbed his thumb harder and faster against my clit, and I pushed my hips back against him as unintelligible sounds were wrenched from my lungs.Too much pleasure. It was too much.Sweat slicked down my back. Our skin slapped as he fucked into me with a relentless rhyt
Kammie “You learn really fast, princess. You deserve a reward.” His lips moved into a smirk as his hands returned, sinking into the exact spot. I moaned, crashing into a scattered piece, every part of my soul melting into the farthest part of the galaxy. I could see nothing but the white blur of m
Kammie My hands sank into his hair as I whined at the coppery taste of blood beading onto my lips. He groaned as he licked it off — and f++k, the low, primal sound was enough to turn me on.“F++k,” I whimpered, completely lost in the sensation.He thrust his tongue into my mouth, and my breath cam
Kammie POVRun if you can, hide if you can’t, and fight like hell only if there’s no other choice. That’s all that went through my head as the gunshots kept coming—stay alive, one breath at a time.I have to stay alive. I can't afford to die now, especially since it's been three weeks since Ronan r






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