Lights Out (Into Darkness, #1)

by Navessa Allen

How obsessed did someone have to be to go this far? And why, for the love of god, did that make me feel special instead of freaked out?

My entire life was devoted to caring for others. I wanted someone to take care of me for once. I wanted someone to want me. No, need me. I wanted a man so obsessed that he hacked into cameras to watch me when he couldn't sleep. I wanted him to monitor my location data, order me a home security system so no one else could break into my house, and threaten to murder anyone who hurt me. I didn’t want him morally grey. I wanted someone with a soul as black as night. Someone who would burn the world down for me and not lose a single minute of sleep over it.

He made me feel alive. He’d dragged me out of the gray world I’d been living in and taught me how to see colors again. In a sea of men who barely put in any effort, this man stood out for going above and beyond. He was the definition of “If he wanted to, he would.”

“Aly? Do you want to be my girlfriend? The position comes with snacks and orgasms and maybe a little light stalking.”