Stalkers: A Dark Romance Anthology

by Ally Vance

  “I don’t—ah.” She shudders in my arms as I clamp my mouth around her nipple and suck. It buds in my mouth and I nip her with my teeth, just hard enough to make her whimper. She tries to fight me off, but there’s no way I’m letting go of her now. Not when I’m just getting started.

  I yank at my tie to loosen it and throw it aside. With my hand buried in her hair, I kiss her and feel her teeth sink into my lower lip. I think she’s trying to hurt me but she’s shaking too much to make it sting.

  “Alaina, my sweet angel,” I murmur between kisses. “I’ve finally got you here. Do you know how long I’ve waited? How much planning this took? When was the last time Mitchell did anything like this for you?”

  She pushes against my chest. “This isn’t what I want!”

  “All for you, Alaina. Because I care about you so much.”

  “You planned on scaring me into having sex with you.”

  “Mm. And it was working so well.” I cup her jaw, enjoying the way her face flames. “You were panting for me to fuck you before we even left your apartment.”

  Alaina spits in my face.

  I let her go and wipe my cheek. “Hey. That wasn’t very nice.”

  She clenches both her fists. “I fucking hate you, Rhys. Let me go right now. What the hell is wrong with you? This isn’t you.”

  I walk slowly toward her and she steps backward, forgetting the bed is right there, and falls onto it. This is how they must feel, the assholes I put behind bars. The murderers. The rapists. The armed robbers. This power over the one thing they want. It’s intoxicating.

  I stand over her half-naked body, drinking in the sight of her. “Actually, this is me. The me that I never let you see. Didn’t you wonder why I left Rhode Island right after that car accident? If I stayed for a second longer, I would have killed Mitchell and thrown you into the trunk of my car. I would have left town with you and never looked back. Sweet little fifteen-year-old Alaina. You used to drive me out of my fucking mind with how much I wanted you. You still do.”

  She shakes her head, disbelief filling her beautiful eyes. “That’s not the Rhys I knew.”

  I get up on the bed with her, trapping her with my arms and legs as she tries to crawl away. “Seeing you again three months ago brought it all back. My obsession with you. The need to make you mine. The need for you to see me. You see me now, don’t you?”

  I kiss her again, forcefully parting her lips with my own, plundering her mouth with my tongue.

  She breaks away, panting. “You were meant to be one of the good guys.”

  I smile against her lips and kiss her again. “I am. I’m so good, baby. Just pretend you never figured it out. All you need to remember is that I can protect you and make you feel so, so safe.” I slide my hand down to cup her sex. Alaina gasps, her thighs clenching around my fingers. She grabs my wrist to pull me away, but I’m too strong for her. She grinds against my fingers. I think she’s trying to escape, but the effect is only to work me against her clit.

  I help her out and rub her harder. I can feel the peachy cleft of her pussy through her jeans, and make out her swollen clit. Fuck. Alaina’s clit. I’m about to get everything I ever wanted.

  “I can still be that good man for you,” I purr, playing with her and watching the sensations flicker over her beautiful face.

  She squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head from side to side. “You’re kidding yourself if you think you’re a good man.”

  “Let me have one bad thing, Alaina,” I whisper in her ear. “I’m a fucking angel in every other way, but I lose my head when it comes to you.” I unbutton her jeans and pull them down and off her legs, along with her underwear. She’s glistening wet, and the sight makes me rock hard. I slide two fingers up and down on her clit, again and again.

  “Be my bad thing, baby.”

  Her breasts are lifting and falling faster and faster. Just before she climaxes, I take my fingers away, denying her the release. Alaina lets out a moan of protest but chokes it off when she realizes what she’s done.

  I’m not giving her what she wants yet. Not until I get what I want.

  I push her onto her back and spread her legs open. Her shiny pink sex is right there in front of my face.

  “No, please. Don’t,” she moans.

  “I thought you’d be dying to come on a man’s thick cock after abusing those dildos for so long.”

  She sucks in a startled breath. Yeah, I’ve been watching you, baby. You pound yourself so goddamn hard with those things. My girl can really put on a show.

  “What’s Mitchell? Five inches? Five and a half? I forget exactly what you confessed to your friend on that phone call.”

  “Shut up,” she whispers, her hand covering her eyes. The other grips my wrist and tightens as I take my first lick of her, and her whole body jumps.

  I groan at the taste of her, and the firmness of her clit against my tongue. It’s just how I imagined.

  Alaina’s so close to coming that I toy with her, licking around her clit as I talk, keeping her right on that blazing edge. “I know about the dirty books you read, too. Mafia men and billionaires kidnapping virgins to deflower on their yachts. I’m giving you what you crave. You should say thank you.”

  I look up and smile, seeing she’s too lost in what I’m doing to her to speak.

  “It is you know.”

  “Is what?” she pants.

  I sit up and place her hand against my cock, hard and outlined through my pants. I can’t give her a handsome lover but I can leave her in a boneless daze after being fucked by me. “Good and thick.”

  She touches me slowly, feeling me from the base right to the tip. Her mouth falls open as she learns my shape and length through my pants.

  I tip my head back and groan. “That’s heaven, baby.”

  I’ve taken my hand away and I’m not actually forcing her to touch me. A moment later, she realizes it and snatches her hand back. “I thought you were a good man and that’s why I came to you for help, but you’re cruel. You’re—”

  I unbutton my shirt and shrug out of it.

  Alaina sucks in a breath. “Holy hell.”

  I was impatient as a younger man for Alaina to notice me, but she sees me now. She reaches out a hand and runs her fingertips over the muscles of my chest. Down the ridges of my abdominal muscles to the hard line of muscle along my hips that point toward my cock.

  “Do you think I’m ugly, Alaina? I know you like pretty men. I’ve never been pretty.”

  “I never thought you were ugly,” she whispers. “But you knew what I was. What I am.”

  I frown down at her. “What?”

  She speaks so softly that I can barely hear her. “Worthless.”

  I scoop her up in my arms and kiss her hard. “Don’t you dare say that,” I growl against her mouth. “You’re the most precious creature I’ve ever laid eyes on and that’s the fucking truth.”

  Alaina’s eyes fill with tears. “You always wanted me to believe that. I tried, Rhys, but it’s so hard.”

  I kiss away the tears, one by one. She needs me to be soft right now, so I am. I kiss her gently as I ease myself out of the rest of my clothes until we’re naked together. She kisses me back hesitantly, still afraid to touch me. Then her fingers find the tattoos on my chest and she traces them as if she’s always been curious about them. I watch her, barely breathing, as she explores me further. The ridges of my abs. The muscle over my hip bone. Then her hand brushes down the length of my cock.

  Heat cascades through me. I can’t wait any longer. I push Alaina onto her back and fist my cock in my hand, dragging it through her folds. Getting the head slippery.

  Alaina’s hands press against my chest, and her eyes widen in fear. “I don’t—you can’t—”

  I can. We are.

  I penetrate her slowly, because she’s tensed up again, and I’m really trying not to hurt her. Her brows are drawn together and pinched like she’s struggling.

  “You’
re too much. I’ve only ever been with—”

  “Don’t fucking say his name when I’m inside you,” I snarl.

  She swallows and tries again. “I’ve only been with you-know-who. I feel like a virgin again.”

  I groan and push her legs wider. She means that so innocently, but it’s the dirtiest talk I could hear from her right now. I pull back and sink into her again, and her tight pussy takes my cock so beautifully. “I should never have let you give yourself to that pathetic asshole. I should have taken you back then.”

  Alaina’s head falls back and her brow smooths. That’s it, baby. I knew you needed this. I’ll never neglect you like he did.

  You’re everything to me.

  My whole fucking world.

  “You walked back into my life and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself a second time from taking you.”

  Alaina asks me breathlessly, “How would you have taken me? What would you have done back then?”

  I bare my teeth at her. “Thrown you bound and gagged into the trunk of my car. Driven away with my prize and never looked back.”

  Alaina pulls me down to her and sucks on my lower lip. “And then what?”

  “I would have found a place like this. Somewhere quiet where no one would find you. I would have pinned you down.” I take each of her wrists in my hands and press them up by her head. “And devoured you.”

  Alaina’s eyes are closed and she’s lost in the sensations and the words I’m saying to her. “Oh, god, Rhys, please.”

  She sounds like she’s begging me to go back in time and stop her. If only I could. “You should have waited for me. You should have been mine from the start.”

  She draws her knees up to her chest and opens herself up to me. I pound her hard, obliterating everything from her body but me. She’s never been fucked like this before.

  “Sweet baby, I can see you’re close. Let me see you come.”

  Suddenly, her eyes fly open.

  Alaina looks at me, down at my cock plunging into her, at her wrists that I have pinned on either side of her head.

  “Rhys, you can’t—”

  “I already am. There’s nothing you can do to stop it, baby.”

  Alaina fights for a moment, but she’s not going anywhere. I smile down at her, hungry for the sight of her struggling on my cock. How sweet it is to take what you want after you’ve waited so, so long.

  I hold my thumb to her lips. “Lick it.”

  She glares at me.

  “Do as you’re told.”

  After a second, her tongue darts out and wets the pad of my thumb.

  “Good girl. Let’s make that climax of yours all the sweeter.” I swirl the pad of my thumb against her clit and Alaina’s whole body arches.

  “Rhys, oh god, I —”

  Whatever else she was going to say is lost as her whole body gives into her orgasm. Her breasts flush pink and she lets out a long, luxurious cry. For twenty seconds, she’s totally and completely ruled by me. I could tell her I’m never letting her out of this room alive and she wouldn’t be able to do anything but come.

  Her orgasm trails off and she takes a gulping breath. I don’t slow my rhythm for one second. She’s barely able to open her eyes and a moment later, she comes again, even harder than the first time, clamping around my cock. I hold back for as long as I can, not wanting this to be over, but the sight of my beautiful woman in ecstasy as I pound into her is too much for me, and I come with a roar.

  Beneath me, Alaina goes limp. I cup her face in my hand, love and happiness blazing so fiercely in my chest that I can barely breathe. I knew if I made her see everything I can do for her, she’d need me, too. It’s always been me for her.

  I kiss her mouth, my cock still deep inside her. “You feel that? I live in you now. You’re mine forever.”

  Chapter Seven

  Alaina

  Rhys is grinding his cock into the aftershocks of my orgasm and I feel like I could come again. I don’t know how I could even come in the first place. What the hell is wrong with me?

  I open my eyes and gaze up at him, not seeing the surly big-brother type from down the street, but a man with muscle and a Machiavellian mind. He smiles that confident smile, the one that I never saw from teenaged Rhys.

  I wriggle out from beneath him and roll away. He lets me go, but not far. “I don’t know who you are. The Rhys I knew would never have done something like this.”

  “I’ve always been this Rhys. You just stopped running to me when you cried.”

  I roll over and face him. He’s lying on his side, his head propped on his hand. The sight of him almost takes my breath away.

  Stop that. He’s a heartless, selfish man who just took what he wanted from you.

  “You terrorized me. You made my life miserable.”

  “I had to, baby. It was the only way.” His fingers trail up my thighs and into the cleft of my ass.

  I push his hand away. “You didn’t have to do any of this. You should have left me alone. I’m with someone else.”

  Rhys falls back on the bed and gazes at the ceiling. Then he sighs heavily, as if he’s coming to a decision. “I’ve struggled with this part for months. I thought you would figure it out for yourself, but Mitchell has always been your blind spot. Shall I show you?”

  Without waiting for me to answer, he leans down from the bed and pulls his phone out of his pants pocket. “When you moved to the city I bugged your apartment, as you know. I bugged Mitchell’s too. I wanted to understand both of you.”

  He says this so matter-of-fact. He taps his phone several times and then holds it out to me.

  At first I think I’m watching amateur porn. Then I realize it’s Mitchell, having sex.

  Not with me. With a blonde woman I recognize from all those tedious lawyer gatherings. Kelly, his boss’s wife. The video goes on and on and cuts from one scene to the next like a perverted mix tape. The light keeps changing outside the window as do the clothes discarded on the floor.

  This wasn’t a one-time thing.

  Rhys takes the phone back from me. “It’s better that you know.”

  I try to fathom a way that Rhys could have faked those recordings, but that was Mitchell’s face and body. Mitchell’s bed. Mitchell’s voice. We never had sex like that. Deep down, didn’t I know that it was weird that my boyfriend didn’t want me to live with him after I’d moved all this way to be with him?

  Rhys switches to another video and shows me the date stamp. It’s a live feed, and I can hear gentle snoring. Mitchell’s snoring.

  “He doesn’t even know you’re gone. You called him to say you’d had another threatening letter and he just went to sleep.”

  I grab the sheet and pull it over myself, tears filling my eyes. “How can you be so cruel?”

  “You need me to be the bad guy for a bit longer? I can be your bad guy.” Rhys rips the sheet off me and pushes me onto my back.

  “You are the bad guy! You’re insane. I hate you. I hate everything you—”

  He spreads my legs open with his thighs and pushes two fingers into my still-wet pussy.

  “You hate me, baby? You hate me?” Rhys’ expression is fierce as he slams his fingers into me. “You know who’s never loved anyone else but you? Me. You know who’s never stopped thinking about you for one fucking second of his entire life? Me.”

  “I hate you.”

  As I start to come, he clamps his hand around my throat, still fucking me with his fingers. I reach up to clutch his wrist and hold on for dear life. He’s putting so much pressure on my throat that all the blood is rushing to my head, but instead of pushing him away, I add to his weight, craving the blinding ecstasy of a Rhys-inflicted orgasm.

  For a second, he releases me, and I take several gulping breaths.

  “You’re not done,” he snarls, and he clamps his hand around my throat again. His fingers curl around my g-spot and he rubs it mercilessly until I’m coming again, body arched up off the bed, no breath in
my lungs, but flying so high that I can only feel Rhys, think of Rhys, crave Rhys.

  He releases me and braces both hands either side of my head. “I had to do this. You would have laughed in my face if I’d asked you on a date. You never thought I was serious about you. You thought I was ugly, you thought I was nothing, so you dated trash instead. You have terrible taste in men, Alaina.”

  “I thought my stalker at least would think I’m perfect,” I shoot back.

  “I don’t need you to be perfect. I just need you to be my woman.”

  My heart sputters into life at the way he speaks. Am I so needy for love that I crave it from a man who’s completely insane? “You’ve had your way with me. Now leave me alone.”

  I get up to leave the bed, but he grabs me and pulls me back down.

  “I’m not letting you go anywhere. I didn’t set this up to be a one-time thing. I laid a trap for you, and while you sprang it a little early, that changes nothing. You’re mine.”

  He wraps his body around me so we’re both laying on our sides on the bed, and he pulls the covers over us. It’s pitch black around the curtains still; morning is still hours away.

  “Sleep, baby. You need your rest after everything you’ve been through.” Rhys’ voice rumbles in my ear. His breathing slows and steadies while I lay there with my eyes wide open, hyperconscious of his huge body against mine.

  “I didn’t like scaring you, but it was the only way.” He runs his fingers through my hair. “The way you always needed me is real. Your desire for me is real. Those orgasms you had are real. We’ll start over now and forget the past few months. We’ll go back to how it always used to be, just Rhys and Alaina.”

  I squeeze my eyes shut. Rhys and Alaina. My heart longs for the time it was just the two of us. He always knew how to make me feel so safe and cherished, even as the world was burning around me.

  Rhys holds me like a lover in his arms. An hour goes by and his breathing has deepened enough to risk moving.

  The pounding of my heart is loud in my ears as I ease myself out of his grip and off the bed. I watch him sleeping, this bear of a man with blue ink across his chest.