Stalker Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Chapter 14: Stacks and Sin Cassandra’s POV “Alexander, someone could walk down this aisle any second,” I whispered urgently, my back pressed against the tall library shelves in the dimly lit basement stacks. My short skirt was already bunched around my waist, panties dangling from one ankle. He didn’t care. His tall, athletic body pinned me there, one strong hand covering my mouth while the other shoved three thick fingers deep into my soaked pussy. His hazel-green eyes burned into mine in the low light.

17 VIKTOR She was mine, completely and utterly. But I knew the truth. No matter how tightly I held her, no matter how deeply I pulled her into my darkness, there was always the risk that she would break free. And if she did… I would destroy her. 18 SABRINA There was a coldness in Viktor’s touch, even when it was meant to be warm. His fingers would graze my skin, leaving trails of possession instead of affection. Yet, I leaned into it, craved it. It wasn’t love—at least, not the kind of love I’d once dreamed about.

He leaned forward and brushed his lips over my ear. I inhaled shakily, swallowing my nerves. “Yes.” “Good. Come one,” we walked further into the room and I managed to shut the panicking part of my brain down. “Benson…” Mikhail called with a pleasant smile. The man turned towards us with an enthusiastic smile of his own. “Romanov, hello there!” And so the night began.

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I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

Prologue Anastasia Olivia, Scarlett, and I swayed to the music in the Russian Orchid, laughing and carefree. This nightclub in Moscow was a must, according to tips Scarlett received. It has been the best summer ever; it would stay with us forever. I couldn’t remember the last time all three of us felt so happy and relaxed. We were having the time of our lives. Our last hurrah before life would take us all away and back to reality. There was a young Russian singer on the stage singing, and even though we couldn’t understand a single word, the beat drove our bodies as we danced.

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.

Damien stood in the doorway, his hands casually in his pockets, but the stillness in his frame was far from casual. Her fingers tightened around the papers. “What is this? Are you spying on me? Or do you keep detailed dossiers on every woman you decide to ‘save’?” He stepped forward slowly, deliberately, his eyes locked on hers. “Those aren’t files. They’re protection.” She laughed, sharp and bitter, waving the documents. “Protection? You call this protection? Stalking every corner of my past? Keeping photos of me I didn’t even know existed? What exactly are you protecting me from, Damien? Or is that another secret you’ll only share when it’s convenient?”

Now he's delivering me to the biggest monster of all. Then he places my hand in Blaze's, and the contact sends a shock through me. His hand completely engulfs mine, making me feel utterly powerless. There's possessiveness in his touch that goes beyond normal. I look up into his face, searching for some hint of humanity. However, his expression is carved from stone. When he smiles at me, it doesn't reach his eyes. It's the smile of a predator who's cornered his prey. "Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today to witness the union of Blaze Langston and Tessa Whyte in holy matrimony." The priest begins to speak about love and commitment.

My work was in shackles, I did not know what was happening in my company. The whole week, Xander was behaving like a sex-deprived man and he left no chance to stir me up. He used this to his advantage fully, manipulating me to kiss him and cuddle him to sleep. But I wasn't manipulated. I lift the pen and sign the papers of the contract we had agreed upon, I never knew I would marry and like this at that. A woman hires a bodyguard and they marry each other to escape the stalker. Not an interesting story but it is what it is.