| 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
Brixton, Day 69 in prison After doing my usual workouts for the morning, I lie back on my thin mattress, which hardly fits on the hard, metal bed. I wait for rounds to pass before discretely pulling out the cell phone I keep shoved in the ripped seam of my pillow, hoping to catch the live feed from my little bird's apartment.One of the CO's that I've come to befriend during my numerous visits here slips me the phone whenever he's on duty, then takes it back when he leaves. When I pull up the feed, I see her in bed with Trigger, and my fucking blood begins to boil as rage fills my veins, making it feel like fire is coursing through them rapidly. Fucking snake. I could give him a dose of his own medicine and rat his fucking ass out too, but then she'd fucking hate both of us even though I had nothing to do with Trig's betrayal. No matter how pissed I am at him, I'd never betray him by telling my little bird his secret, even though it's on the tip of my tongue whenever I see her. I pl
| Harley |Huddled inside an old blanket of Brixton's, I keep my eyes fixed on the roaring fire in front of me, enjoying the sound of the growing flames as they crackle. The crisp winter wind drifts through the trees, rattling their bare branches and sending the remaining leaves clinging to them, falling to the ground and brightening it up. The cold doesn't bother me like it should. I'm different from most people, and my dad always blamed it on the storm that broke the day my twin brother Hudson and I were born. I've often found great solace in the dark, using the quiet, serene nighttime to my advantage to sift through the commotion thundering inside my head. The only thing that would make it better would be if the rain was pouring down around me. Then I'd feel right at home. While I sit alone, making friends with the glowing orange flames, I reflect on my past dreams and how they all fell fucking dead when Alec and my brother were murdered. I never thought I’d be walking the streets
| Harley |I run a brush through my long, dark hair and glide my fingers through the curls that cascade down my back, hanging perfectly over my shoulders. I apply a coat of mascara and a thin line of eyeliner to my lower lid and blink a few times, ignoring the anxious flutters that swarm inside my belly.Finishing off my look, I grab my lip-plumping gloss that makes them shine like goddamn diamonds and rub them together, parting with a loud smack. Ugh, I guess I'm ready for this shit.I sulk toward my closet to find an outfit now that my makeup is complete, in search of something that'll make Brixton regret everything he did to me. I'm subleasing my apartment and moving to Cambridge, a city only about twenty minutes from Boston, so I can start my new job that Stacks offered me. No more dancing half-naked for strangers. Instead, I'll be escorting them to events, dinners, and whatever else they decide to book me for. Even though dancing is a huge part of my life and the path I want to t