Stalker (The Line Walkers #1)

by A.M. McCoy

For the baddies who think sex should come with a bit of danger, a whole lot of obsession, and a Ghostface mask. Here’s to the thrill of being stalked and turning the game around on him with a spicy light saber or two.

“Tell him I said hello, Puppet.” My monster said, leaning forward to lie against my back as he bit my ear. “Someday you’ll be all mine. Someday soon.”

“Be ready for me when you wake up. Because you’ve always been mine, and I’m done sharing you.”

He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of black pants. And black ink everywhere but on his feet and hands from what I could see, and his body was magnificent. And I was hooked.

I’d suck your soul straight out of your toes before I moved up to the heaven between your thighs.

It was damp. She was wet for me. And obeyed me so prettily. Unfortunately, now she needed to be punished for it by Lincoln.

“If I was twenty years younger, I would have ridden that man right there on the counter for the whole church choir to see on their way in for practice across the street.”

Give me what I want, Sweet Girl. And I’ll give you what you need. I’ll always take care of your needs.

came across a picture of you by chance. And something called to me in it. So I did what I do best. I studied. I stalked. I immersed myself in you and your life until there wasn’t a single secret left unknown to me. I know about your boyfriend. I know you’re only with him because it’s what is expected of you by your parents. I know you play with yourself when he’s not around because he can’t make you come. I know he doesn’t treat you like the goddess you are. I know he can’t give you what you need. What you crave. But I can. My dark matches yours, pretty girl. My monster matches your call for danger.

Run, Puppet. Run from your hunter and try to escape. Because if I catch you, all three of your holes are going to know my touch by the time I’m done with you.

I mean, for fuck’s sake; I was on my knees in the middle of the woods, taking a stranger’s cock as I sucked my wetness from his fingers like a fucking aphrodisiac, coming repeatedly like a madwoman.

“They’re not creepy. They’re sexy as fuck. I’ve come three times already from watching them. Not including the time with you this morning.”

“Keep your panties on and I think you’ll be okay.”

“Because I’d hate for someone to be distracting you when you’re mine.”

“Hot tub masturbator and closet stripper were some big tells.”

“Can we just move on past that? I assure you, both incidents were very isolated cases of misunderstanding that won’t happen again.” He glanced at me briefly, shifting gears again as he merged onto the highway. “Shame.”

“Don’t ever refer to yourself as fat ever again.”

“I am though—” “Shut up, Peyton.” I swallowed my fury and leveled my voice. “If you ever refer to yourself as fat in my presence again, I’ll fire you.”

“Your body is perfection, and any man, especially a real man like me, would do just about anything to have a woman like you in my bed. So don’t you dare discredit yourself or your figure based on weak unimportant men and women in the world who have no class or experience with perfection.” I leaned forward, once again upping the clit stimulator secretly. “Because you are fucking perfection, Peyton. And if I want to feed you five different desserts so I can watch the way you sensually eat them, I will.”

Though to be honest, if she sucked the cream from an éclair I was going to fuck her over the side of the table. I’d push her lush tits into the souffle and eat the poached chocolate covered pear straight off her ass while everyone watched.

“Should I call you Daddy then instead of Dane?”

“Only if you want me to breed you to earn that title.” “Fuck.” I moaned, no longer able to hold it back. “No.” I shook my head as I tossed my phone down on my bed. “No, I don’t want that.”

“Then don’t threaten me with it, because I’ll hold you down and force my come deep into your womb if you want it.” “Stop it.” I took a deep breath. “You’re a stalker and so mentally unstable you’re making me crazy right alongside of you. We’d be the worst parents in the world.” “Hmm.” He hummed, “Are you on birth control?”

“I’ll always find you, Puppet. There isn’t a place on this Earth that you could hide from me. Not now that I’ve had you.”

“Stupid me for letting both of you in my head, right? How could the man be interested in ugly, frumpy, fat me!”

“I’d do far, far worse to get to you, Peyton.”

“Are you sure you don’t have a breeding kink, too?” He asked and ran the tip of his tongue over my clit, flicking it. “No promises.” I giggled and moaned when he growled against my sensitive spot. “I don’t want kids right now, but the act of taking your sperm is a tremendous turn on for me, I won’t lie.”

“And I’m more than satisfied with my current arrangement here with Lincoln, thank you. Find someone else to cook for you.” My heart did a weird skipping in my chest as I starred at the majestic woman who not only told my brother off, but also defended me in the process. Not once in my entire life, had someone chosen me in a fight against Tamen. Not even our father.

“Yes,” She nodded her head in delirium, “I could take you every day and never tire of the way it feels when you first push into me. That second of overwhelming fullness and then pure ecstasy that follows like I’ve been empty my entire life until that moment.”

“You’re going to forget your own fucking name by the time I’m done with you.”

“Well, had you not interrupted, she might have been doing me by now.” He shrugged, “Guess she’ll have to settle for just the big boss’s cock tonight.”

I love you. I’ll always love you. I’ll always want you. Come home to me, Puppet. Come home to your monster and let me feed your needs the way only I can. -Yours, Dane.