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He’s clad in all black. Leather boots, jeans that wrap tightly around broad thighs, and a matching hoodie that looks a size too small with the way he fills it out.
those pieces as a whole, he’s devastating. His right eye darker than the midnight sky, and the other the exact opposite. His left eye is so bleached of color, it’s nearly white. The scar starting from the middle of his forehead, slashing straight down through his white eye and to the middle of his cheek,
Despite the ugly scar, it only serves to heighten his utter beauty. A jawline so sharp, he could cut diamonds with it. A straight, aristocratic nose. Full lips. And short black hair, just long enough to run your hands through. This is wrong.
“Normally, I’d replace his fingers with my own, but I think you need something else to teach you a lesson.”
I’m screaming. I can feel the sound vibrating the muscles in my throat. And I can feel how hoarse it’s becoming.
The gun works inside of me faster and deeper, drawing out the orgasm until I’m literally begging for it to stop.
There’s just no explaining the reactions he pulls from me. I’d love to pretend like confronting a scary man is so like me, but it’s the exact opposite. I work myself into a panic attack if I have to ask a complete stranger a question.
So why is it every time he comes around, I slip into insanity?
want to touch her, kiss her, and make her mine in every sense of the word. Marking her body wasn’t enough.
I’m going to make her fall in love with every single fucked up part of me. I want this girl to see me at my most depraved. I want her to experience the true darkness residing in my soul. When you make someone fall in love with the darkest parts of you, there’s nothing you can do that will scare them away.
The only real monster in this house is me.
Just as I go to take a step, a burst of ice blooms across the back of my neck.
But whatever is breathing down my neck isn’t going to deter me. I feel its eyes on me, and I hope I meet its stare so it can see I’m not the least bit afraid.
She’ll freak out in the morning, and I’ll make sure to play the video back so I can see it and find joy in her terror.
“Mark Williams is in town,”
“Along with his colleagues Brad Foreman, Jack Baird, and Robert Walker.”
You don’t need a cop to get me in handcuffs, baby. I’ll let you do anything you want to me.
“And I do enjoy showing you what happens to bad girls.”
I let him. Later, I’ll ask myself why. But with his fingers still drawing out pleasure, despite my orgasm having faded and the fog clouding my judgement—I fucking let him. Not only that, but I kiss back. His tongue dives into my mouth, swirling with my own. Fire and electricity spark from our connected lips,
All you can feel is like you’ve been ripped to shreds. Like your body chemistry has been completely rearranged, and you’ve come out of that water an entirely different person. I hate him for
Both possibilities are equally likely, just as it’s likely that whatever shit her stalker got mixed up in could’ve bitten him in the ass. And bite they did—right where it would’ve hurt him most. His obsession.
And now I’m addicted to her scent, her taste, and the way she sounds when she’s scared for her life—just as much as I’m addicted to the way she sounds when she’s begging for more.
The only way I’ll be able to truly keep her is if she sees me at my worst.
He's so darkly pure
“You really think I’d fall in love with you?”
The lies
“Because then I wouldn’t be true to myself, little mouse. I love that I scare you. I love that you try to run from me. The push and pull. The cat and mouse game. I fucking love it. And I think a part of you does, too.”
“Let me stop you there, baby. Because you seem to forget that I had a gun in your pussy not too long ago.
“If you think low-life criminals are scarier than me, then I haven’t been clear enough, have I? Next time you place them above me, I’ll be sending their heads to your doorstep next.”
PSYCHOPATH!!
enjoyed sawing off that hand and would definitely do it again.
Archie's hand
A serene smile is on her face, but her bright blue eyes are missing their sparkle. The baby blue color is lifeless, and it’s my first clue that she’s seen too much in this place.
Or, in other words, a bunch of fucking rapists line the walls.
Ten feet from me, a woman stands at a poker bar holding out her bare arm while an asshole stubs out his very lit cigar on her skin. My face drops when I see that asshole is Mark fucking Williams.
notice that the entirety of her arm is covered in burn scars. Old and fresh. All in different stages of healing and plenty of fresh burns from tonight.
I’m a thirty-two-year-old man,
My father was a professional poker player, and he taught me how to master a poker face.
Addie won’t ever have to worry about that shit when I marry her, that’s for damn sure. She doesn’t even have to worry about it now. The only pussy I want wrapped around my cock for the rest of my life is hers.
It takes fifteen minutes before he has a car ready to pick her up. In that time, Cherry tells me about her family. About her younger sister that has cancer and her poor single mother. She works this job to pay the medical bills,
“Cherry, you’re not going to a place where you’ll ever be questioned about something like that. You and your family will be taken care of and safe. I promise. All I ask is that you do something meaningful with your life. That’s all.”
I think I love him
It’s one of my specialties that I mastered and then trained Jay in. Taking parts of a camera feed and manipulating them to look exactly how you want them to, without even the best hackers being able to detect manipulation.
“That man ate the soul out of my body, and I don’t think I’ve gotten it back yet.”
I’m starting to get the feeling that you want Ronaldo to be the killer because in your head, that will criminalize your stalker, too. Please tell me that’s not why you’re seeking justice for Gigi. Because you’re looking for a reason to hate your stalker when in actuality, you don’t.”
She love that man and his dick
just wish he wasn’t such a bad guy.
Hes not a bad guy. Crazy. Psycho. Not bad.
“If he puts his peen in you, record it.
“Zade,”
“That’s the only name that will ever leave your lips from now on, especially when you’re making that little pussy feel good. And when I’m making that pussy feel good, then you can call me God.”
Of course, he smells as tempting as he looks.
“You want to act brave, then I’m going to show you exactly what happens to smart mouths. You’re going to swallow my cum like the fucking bad girl you are, and I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like it.”
“Stick your hand in your underwear, dip one of those fingers into your pussy, and show it to me.”
“I was going to tuck you into bed and leave you alone tonight. But you seem to forget that just because I am wholly yours, little mouse, I am not a nice man.”
He must not have many friends.
I have the fiercest urge to walk over and take that bottom lip between my own.
Id love to bite that lip face ass
