*This is a VERY dark, age-gap, stalker romance* What Harley Savage doesn't know is who he is or that he's been watching her for years. What he doesn't know is that on the night of their first encounter, she plans to end her life. Brixton Steele, her admirer, hates seeing the tortured, broken girl in front of him, so he devises a clever plan- or so he thinks—to whisk her away to the safety of his secluded house outside of city limits and keep her for himself. Forever. When she realizes she isn't going home anytime soon, she begins to accept her fate with the troubled, tattooed, Greek god, who wants nothing more than to save her precious soul. Captivity suits her well, though, and she finds herself not wanting to escape his terrifying clutches. Instead, she tries to help fix the broken shell of the man who kidnapped her, in hopes that he’ll be able to heal from the trauma that suffocated him for so long. They say everyone has that one person in their entire life who was made specifically for them. Is he her person? Is she his person? When two very different worlds collide, can they put each other's broken pieces back together and learn how to help each other heal? Or will his plan backfire and end with him losing the girl of his dreams, never getting a chance to try to save either of them from themselves?
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Harley Savage- She's a small-town girl, who just turned twenty-two, with a head full of ambiguous dreams that reach as high as the stars. However, one incident in her life changes everything, including the once positive outlook she had on things.After her world gets turned upside down by the murder of her brother and her boyfriend, she begins to spiral and eventually loses the sparkle that used to brighten her glimmering blue eyes.She distances herself from her family and friends and finds comfort in the dark, sinister street life.Enter him…Brixton Steele- He watched her long before the murder that took away the loves of her life, but he kept himself in the shadows, lurking, making sure to keep his identity a secret, especially from her.At thirty-five, he's a big city man with a rather unsavory childhood, which has landed him in prison for most of his adult life.She caught his eye at the bookstore one night, and ever since, he hasn't been able to stay away from her.These two don't know each other, but they soon will, when fate decides to have their paths collide uncharacteristically.One night of promiscuity—that's all it takes.She's the Smut Slut, according to her online escort profile, and he's the lucky John who books her time.What she doesn't know is who he is or that he's been watching her for years.What he doesn't know is that on the night of their first encounter, she plans to end her life.Brixton Steele, her admirer, hates seeing the tortured, broken girl in front of him, so he devises a clever plan- or so he thinks—to whisk her away to the safety of his secluded house outside of city limits and keep her for himself.Forever.When she realizes she isn't going home anytime soon, she begins to accept her fate with the troubled, tattooed, Greek god, who wants nothing more than to save her precious soul.Captivity suits her well, though, and she finds herself not wanting to escape his terrifying clutches. Instead, she tries to help fix the broken shell of the man who kidnapped her, in hopes that he’ll be able to heal from the trauma that suffocated him for so long.They say everyone has that one person in their entire life who was made specifically for them.Is he her person? Is she his person?When two very different worlds collide, can they put each other's broken pieces back together and learn how to help each other heal?Or will his plan backfire and end with him losing the girl of his dreams, never getting a chance to try to save either of them from themselves?For mature audiences only due to the graphic nature of certain situations. Read at your own discretion. Triggers include: Age gap, stalking, graphic depictions of sexual content, (con/noncon/dubcon), death, kidnapping, mental health issues, abuse, addiction, bdsm, rough sex, unusual kinks, escorting, strong language, threesomes, drug use, dark erotica, slow burn, hate to love, forbidden romance, possessive, controlling, and dominant men, sociopathic behavior, voyeurism, Stockholm syndrome, trauma bonding, talk of past trauma from both Mc and li, gunplay, knifeplay, opposites attract, etc,BrixtonSitting in the interrogation room with my hands cuffed to the table, I curse Trig up and down loud enough for the fucking cops behind the two way glass to hear every fucking word. I don't give a shit. He got me into this fucking mess and when things got hot, his ass took off and ran, leaving me behind to deal with the aftermath. Fucking coward. I refused to say a word when they brought me in, but I didn't put up a fight—I didn’t need a resisting charge added to my shit; it wouldve given me more fucking time.But as I sit here—not even thinking about the fuck up I just did while already on fucking parole—my future isnt what's on my mind. I can't stop thinking about my little bird and thoughts about not seeing her again really start to fuck with me, sending panic rushing right to my head.The door suddenly opens and the arresting officer walks in with a seriously pissed off look on his face as he comes over and unlocks the cuffs around my wrists, not saying a word as he does i
| Harley |After leaving Brixton, with him and Trigger passed out on his bed, I snuck out of his apartment and bolted back to mine. With slices, bite marks, and bruises all over my body, you’d think I’d gotten into a fight or something. But I didn’t. No, those two monsters destroyed my body in every way they could while still giving me the best pleasure I’ve ever felt. But will I ever admit that to Brixton and Scotty? Probably not. Why give them the satisfaction? Luckily, my apartment is only a few doors down from Brixton’s, so it doesn’t take me long to get home. The first thing I do is get in the fucking shower, wanting to wash all of their cum-and mine and all the blood off me that Brixton smeared all over my skin. He said he was painting a masterpiece, whatever that fucking means.The water rains down on my achy body; hot, hard droplets pelt my skin, feeling like burning coals. My hair falls in soaked strings over my shoulders, cascading down my back and covering the marks from Br
Brixton"Brixton, move your gun away from my face. This shit isn't funny." My little bird begs, her voice cracking as she tries to keep her tears at bay and fight the rush of emotion barreling through her. She's so fucking sexy when she's completely at my fucking mercy, and I wouldn't want it any other fucking way. Changing the subject altogether, I keep my gun pressed against her body, but I move it down her cheek, gliding it along her neck until I get to her tits. Her hard nipples poke against the fabric of my wife beater, the thin cotton making them perfectly noticeable. I lick the water off my lips as saliva pools in my mouth. With my free hand, I adjust my cock, grin at Trig again, and pierce my gaze back into my little bird as I run the barrel of my gun over her tits, watching intently as her chest heaves hard."Is that better?" I smirk, evil in my tone, but I can't help the peril spilling from my lips."No, I don't want your gun on me at all. It scares me.""Would you rather my
Chapter 11: Two Choices (three part chapter)BrixtonI don’t like to watch people sleep, but I can’t seem to shake the trance I’m in while excessively adoring how my little bird looks while she is sleeping. She’s sporting a slim wife beater and a set of my form-fitting boxer briefs. My cock is solid as a fucking rock and itches and throbs to be inside of her once more in response to the sight. However, I want to get it right this time. Last night when we fucked, I rushed it, all because I wanted to come that second. Now, the next time, right after I wake her up, I’m going to show her how good I can make her feel with my mouth by eating her pretty pussy and fucking it with my tongue. I want to demonstrate to her the extent of what my fucking fingers are capable of doing to her. This time, I will suck her release right out of her tight little hole, and I’ll use my cock to ruin her pussy for any other fucking man. I will fuck her in ways that will make her forget about Alec and have her
HarleyIt's been a week now, and I haven't seen Scotty or Brixton since that morning in my apartment. I'm worried, but at the same time, I'm not. Brixton is my biggest concern, not Scotty. He draws me to him in a way similar to how a moth is drawn to a flame. I'm addicted to him, and without him, I can't function-just like an addict and his bag of fucking drugs. I've been staying away from my apartment as well, and have made a lot of money from spending all of my time at the club. I'm not sure what to do with it. While moving has crossed my mind, I'm not yet ready to let Alec go in that way. I've considered returning to school, but my drug problem is far too fucking severe for any hope of normalcy. I've even considered switching fucking jobs again, but for some reason, I find it difficult to leave the life I've fallen into. I crave the risk and danger that it entails. It's the only thing that makes me feel alive. I feel a sense of comfort and safety in the crime that riddles my surrou
Brixton***As she lowers herself against my body, her soft brown hair sweeps across my bare chest. My hand finds her throat and squeezes it, relishing the sensation of her veins pulsing frantically against my fingers. My grasp extends to her hair, which I fist, craning her neck and exposing her delicate throat to me. I express my rage by seizing her lips and kissing her ravenously—***I'm awakened by the ferocious wind hammering against my window. And then I hear them—the distinct sound of my little bird's cries. The roaring breeze broke up the dream I was having about the things that happened last night. I can hear her from inside my room, despite the fact that we are a few apartments apart from one another. I bolt out of bed, noticing the rain barreling down outside... again. Is this shit ever going to clear up? Fuck. I get out of my warm bed and feel a bitter chill spread across my body. I shiver as a strong whiff of Harley's scent that is still clinging to my skin hits me. My cock
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