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Her power falters as I storm toward her, the ground cracking under my feet. ‎ ‎She throws up her hands, dark energy flashing but it shatters against me like glass. I slam into her, sending her sprawling into the ground. Her dark magic is useless against me. ‎ ‎“YOU TOUCHED HER,” I roar, voice so deep it rattles through the clouds. ‎

That is how bad this is. I recognise the fact that I will never love her…I can never love anyone like that. What I feel for Skylar, this feeling of almost psychotic obsession and possession, that can never be love. It is too dark, too twisted, mostly, too dangerous to be love. I activate the feeds and as it loads, I reach over to pick up an unfinished can of beer I was drinking earlier. In the process, I knock over a flash drive. "Fucking shit!" I bend over to pick the flash drive from under the table.

Author’s Note / Reader Warning: This story contains extremely explicit content, dark themes, non-consensual elements, drugging, stalking, kidnapping, heavy BDSM, blood play, and intense psychological manipulation. It is very dark and not for the faint of heart. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ****** Chapter 1 Velvet Obsession Ledger¥ She was sleeping again.

When was the last time you ate? Me: Uh… Dane: Seriously? Me: I have a bad memory. Dane: My palm is twitching. Me: Sir! Dane: Yes? Me: Are you saying you want to… Dane: Spank you? Yes. One hundred percent. I squealed quietly, as if he could hear me if I were too loud. Everything about Dane was intense. Even when he was joking, he was intense. I’m literally an abuse victim. What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I like this? Why do I want this? This should scare me, but it doesn’t. I’ve read enough dark romance books with werewolf daddies, mafia men, and Doms to know it isn’t scary. That it can be good if done with the right person. The image of Dane Wetness pooled between my legs.

The heavy wooden door opened. The king went into the room and I followed him. I want to be with the king in this dark dungeon because everything is so scary here. I move towards him and stand near him. I know he will protect me no matter what. It is so big and there are so many flambeaus on the wall. None of them is lit because the dungeons were locked. The king takes steps towards a wall and I follow him quietly and quickly. I am feeling like an obedient puppy who is following his owner.

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

Much more. There is something dark, satanic and sinful about the way he had kissed me and I want to feel it again. It wasn’t just a kiss, it wasn’t even cute or romantic to say the least. The darkness within us is actually calling something buried within me. I want it with Killian. He is the only person that can fulfill those dark fantasies, I know that from the way he had stared at me after he kissed me in that dungeon. The way his tongue had dominated and sexed mine in a way that made me tremble from inside out.

I pressed my body closer to hers and with a grit of my teeth, I grabbed her hair firmly and started pumping my cock into her tight, squelching pussy. "Fuck! Ungh! I... I can't..." "I can't hold back, please" she moaned loudly, body almost kicking against me. "Oh, you can. You fucking can." I moaned in her ears, grabbing her hair even more tighter as the crazy pleasure surged through me. Mine. All mine. All fucking mine. Every inch of this body. Fuck! I was going to imprint myself on every bit of her. "You are mine." I growled. "Mine to fuck. Mine to cum into. All fucking mine, Peaches. Urgh!"

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 Truth Brixton pov, 35 While 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.

She bowed her head and picked up her book again “Something like this would have been totally cool in the fictional world.” “I still need more details about him, though. Don’t try to escape it.” She folded her legs; I knew she wouldn’t let me off that easily. G was a helpless dark romance reader; her excitement when she heard I had a stalker that looked like he was a descendant of Hercules himself was priceless. She loved me, I knew that, but her being a reader, I expected this already. I hit my forehead with my hand tiredly. “I have a stalker, Gianna. This isn’t books; this is real life.”