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Stalking The Smut Slut You'll Always Be My Thunder
| 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
Stalking The Smut Slut The Smut Slut
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
Stalking The Smut Slut Blurb
A stalker, age-gap dark romanceHarley 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
Stalking The Smut Slut Prologue: Five Years Ago
Chapter 1: prologue, five years agoEast Bridgewater, MassachusettsHarley (age 17)With all the plans going on tonight, everything is in complete chaos. Graduation day seems to do that, though. I slide my arms into my gown and zip the front, topping off the ensemble with the uncomfortable blue cap that matches it.I take a look in the mirror hanging on the back of my door and paste a smile on my face, trying to rid the negative thoughts from my mind."You can do this, Harley. Everything will be just fine, I promise you." Tonight, me and Alec are supposed to have sex for the first time, and I'm fucking terrified. I know it's not going to be all fucking rainbows and sunshine, or roses on the bed and shit, but it will feel fucking amazing. I run a brush through my long, dark hair and run my fingers through the curls that cascade down my back and hang 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.Finishing off m
Stalking The Smut Slut Our First Storm
Chapter 2: Our First Storm (nine years ago)Harley (13)I’m not too thrilled to spend the next four years stuck at East Bridgewater High School with absolutely no friends whatsoever. The ones I made through elementary and middle school either moved, went to private school, or we grew apart. Luckily, one of my best friends, Alec, came to this miserable prison with me, so I’m not technically alone. Our first assignment for the year is a book report on the Civil War, and Alec and I got paired up for the project. I’m ecstatic about it, and I’m pretty sure he can tell.“What are you doing after school, Har?” Alec asks all smooth and casual as we walk down the street toward our apartments.“Hudson and I are going to the bookstore to find a book on the Civil War. You know, for the book report we have to do.”I make the attitude in my voice known, hoping he’ll decide to cancel his plans and help me with the damn project. I know he has plans. That’s just the type of person Alec is. He’s popular
Stalking The Smut Slut The Day the Storm Struck
Chapter 3: The Day the Storm StruckHarley (age 21)As I exit the building for the last time, I push open the studio door and step out into the hot sun. Navigating through the campus at Brockton Community College, I notice the smiling faces of all the other graduates who are leaving their last class of the day. Tomorrow, we graduate from college and are now in control of planning the rest of our lives. Hudson is going off to New York to continue his football dream, glad to be getting out of this vile city. Me? I’m sticking around Massachusetts, but I’m taking a job at a dance academy up in Dorchester, much closer to beautiful, magical Boston.Since the sun is shining and there’s not a cloud in the sky, I decide to walk back to my apartment instead of hitching a ride. Alec is due home any day now. His return is all that I can fucking think about. He stayed true to his word and enlisted in the Marines right after graduation, leaving me a few short weeks later. We’ve talked here and there
Stalking The Smut Slut Shattered and Spiraling
Chapter 4: Shattered and Spiraling Three months laterBrixtonShe's fucking shattered. She lost her brother and her fiancé at the same time. On the same day. In the same fucking place. The same day Alec proposed to her. The same fucking day he got home from being overseas for a fucking year.The sound of the crisp fall leaves crunching under my feet is oddly satisfying, keeping me calm as I venture down the street looking for some business. I've been out in the fucking streets more lately, all because Harley is always out now, and I just need to keep an eye on her to make sure she's fucking safe. They're not nice out here in Brockton, even though Southie is much worse, and Harley doesn't know what she's getting herself into.She's spiraling and completely out of control. We've crossed paths a lot these last few months, and never under the best circumstances either. But we still haven't spoken a single fucking word to each other. But why would we? Shit, she doesn't need to know anythin
Stalking The Smut Slut Trapped in Different Prisons
Chapter 5: Trapped in Different PrisonsHarleyAs I strut down the street tonight, a little unsteady on my feet, the high black heels I chose to wear start to irritate my heels. I'm actually shocked that I haven't busted my ass yet considering how much alcohol is currently rushing through me. The number of people who have stopped their cars by the side of the road and catcalled me has increased, but every time I check the John, I leave dissatisfied. I won't get in the car with just anyone because, believe it or not, I have standards. Another car pulls up to the curb as I approach one of the gentleman's clubs on the city's main drag. The man rolls down the window and pokes his head out while whistling at me. Eh, he’s not bad looking, so why the fuck not?I never thought I’d be walking the streets trying to fuck for some money. Fucking NEVER.I never thought I’d be shooting dope, sniffing coke, or smoking meth, either. Fucking NEVER.I never thought I’d give up on my dreams of dancing. N
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