STALK HER: A DARK DELIGHTS TITLE

by Dukey, Ker

  She tastes of sin and innocence, and I want to eat her alive.

  Dainty hips buck against my mouth, seeking more.

  Digging my hands into her ass cheeks I devour her. Lapping her arousal up, coating my face with her scent.

  I swirl my tongue over her clit, sucking, caressing, loving.

  Strong thighs clutch my head in a vice as she drives us both to her climax, writhing on my face like a needy little nympho.

  She’s fucking perfect.

  Her pussy throbs, and her body tenses with her release.

  I need to be inside her in any way possible.

  Sucking my two fingers into my mouth to wet them, I slip them inside her then fuck her with them, feeling her walls clench around me.

  I fuck her hard, my actions causing her to moan out loud and the table to rock.

  When she tips over the edge again, I come up for air, slipping from under the table and back into my seat.

  I know my hair is all over the place and her juices coat my lips and chin, but I give zero fuck how I look, I’m only interested in the glow coming from her.

  “You’re even more beautiful after you’ve just come,” I say, making a meal out of sucking my fingers into my mouth.

  She’s flushed all over, a rose glow beaming from her skin.

  Sedated eyes blink over at me and her perfect white teeth bite into the plump bottom lip, almost causing it to bleed.

  Her chest heaves, and then the spell is broken.

  “I’m going to have to ask you to leave the premises before we call the police,” a waitress says from behind me.

  Grinning, I pull out my wallet and dump a couple of hundreds on the table.

  “I’ve eaten now anyway,” I smirk, not taking my eyes from Alice’s flushed face.

  She breaks into a megawatt grin and scoots out from the booth.

  I grab her bag and follow her out.

  “I never do this kind of thing,” She tells me once we’re outside, furrowing her brow.

  “I’d hope not,” I tease.

  “I feel like I’ve met you before somehow, like I’ve known you a while… is that crazy?”

  “There’s nothing wrong with crazy.”

  My heart hammers so loud in my chest that I think she can hear it when her eyes drop to rest there.

  “I should get back, my mother…” she trails off, but I see the exhaustion in her face. Her mother is a burden.

  Just like mine was.

  “I’ll take you home.”

  * * *

  She smells so sweet.

  I want to devour her all over again.

  Slipping into the passenger seat of my car she fusses with her purse.

  A little late to be nervous, little bird.

  I reach over to fasten her seatbelt, allowing my arm to purposefully brush against her tits.

  Her intake of breath is audible, and I know if I slide my hands into her panties she’ll be wet, soaked even, once again, desperate for relief.

  The drive is tense, sexually charged, and I like the energy we’re emitting.

  It gives me a high no drug can.

  “So, do you need the address?” she asks, looking out of the window for clues of our direction.

  No Alice, I know where you live, I know every thing about you.

  “Yes, unless you want me to guess the address,” I jest smiling over at her.

  Reaching over, she pushes the GPS buttons, inputting her address, then shifts and rubs her palms down her thighs before continuing to look out of the window.

  It doesn’t take long to reach her house.

  I pull up next to her yard and get out to open her door for her.

  “Thank you,” she blushes, and it amazes me that I’ve just had her pussy on my face yet she’s now acting coy.

  I don’t wait for an invite, I follow her up the drive and inside.

  The place is empty, and her cheeks become even more flushed when she realizes we’re alone, aside from her mother who’s been left to rot in the back room.

  It’s amazing what you discover from other people’s social media or from being inside someone’s home when they don’t know you’re there.

  Her mother is ill.

  Two years ago cancer changed my little bird’s life.

  She fidgets on her feet for a few silent beats.

  There are certain expectations, I suppose, when you find yourself alone with someone you want so desperately to fuck.

  But patience is a virtue.

  Anyone can fuck her.

  I want to get inside her head, her senses, discover all the places that make her light up… then darken them all.

  She opens the fridge, cringing a fraction.

  “I’m sorry. There’s not much to drink in here.”

  “Water’s fine,” I tell her, coming up behind her and leaning over to close the fridge door.

  She shudders, the good kind.

  The hair on the back of her neck stands to attention when my breath hits her there.

  She suddenly turns and launches herself at me.

  I catch her as she wraps her arms around my neck and legs around my waist.

  We crash into the fridge, me grinding my cock into the warm spot between her thighs.

  Our lips duel and attack each other. Clumsy, messy, perfect.

  She’s appears inexperienced- it’s apparent in her movements, but it only makes me want her more.

  To mold her, teach her, explore her.

  I’m about to push her to the floor and come all over that pretty face when the back door opens and her stepbrother decides this is the time to come home.

  Cunt.

  Alice pushes off me like I’m a disease.

  Her lips are swollen and red, her hair mussed and sticking up at all angles.

  Hard nipples tent the fabric of her dress and a lusty gaze is heavy in her eyes.

  “Crap,” she chastises herself.

  She squirms, and I know she must have an ache in her pussy, desperate for me to relieve it.

  “Who the fuck is this?” he spits, throwing a bag of takeout on the table.

  “I’m a friend,” I keep my tone calm despite the pulsating energy coursing through me, urging me to rip out his throat.

  “Friend?” he cocks a brow.

  Oil covers his clothes and hands, and there’s a suspicious glare in his eyes.

  “A little old aren’t we?” he insults.

  There’s only eight years between us, the little prick.

  “Chill out, Ash, you’re not my father for fucksakes.” Alice rolls her eyes and pushes me towards the staircase.

  “Oh, I’m well aware of that, Alice,” he narrows his gaze on her.

  And I don’t miss the insinuation. Fucker.

  “Ash is my stepbrother,” she hisses the last word over shoulder, still guiding me towards the stairs like she’s hiding her dirty secret.

  I’ll be your dirty anything.

  “Did you want something to eat?” she asks, sitting awkwardly on her bed once we get up the stairs.

  “I’m starving,” I tell her, my tone low and teasing. “But not for food.”

  Her gulp is pleasing, but her clothes are keeping her too confined, and I desperately want to relieve her of them.

  “I’m just going to use the bathroom,” she announces, quickly getting to her feet and shuffling off. I almost laugh at her discomfort. Almost.

  It’s nice being in her room without having to hide or be careful, quiet or invisible.

  This glimpse into the life she has here is unsettling.

  I knew she needed saving, I just wasn’t aware of how badly.

  In the cold light of day I can see the peeling of the wallpaper, the chill in the air from zero heating, and the cheap fabric of her bedding.

  I’m here now, little bird. Let me love you, fix your broken wings.

  Walking over to a shelf put up off kilter on her wall I close my eyes briefly, irritation that she lives this way bleeding into my consc
ience.

  My fingers brush against the items she has displayed there.

  A smile lifting my lips when I graze over the trinkets she’s collected, settling on a small model of the Eiffel Tower.

  “It’s Paris,” her soft voice announces upon her return.

  I nod my head, and she sidles up next to me. Her pupils dilate, a sad smile tilting her lips.

  “It’s where I’ve always wanted to go after I graduate. It’s not looking likely though. My mother’s illness took my college fund and now looks like it’s taking our house, too.”

  You’re not going anywhere Alice. Alice don’t you realize yet, what I desire, I inhabit, and keep.

  “Is she getting better?”

  Barking out an un-amused laugh she takes the tower from me and puts it back on her shelf.

  “No. Its sounds harsh, but I just wish she would be put out of her misery. It’s inhuman keeping her the way she is.”

  Are you asking me to help you? To put you both out of the misery of her being a burden on you?

  “My mother was a hindrance, too,” I state, and she really looks at me then. Her eyes exploring, delving inside me, searching the darkness hidden inside.

  “Is this normal?” she whispers, her brows crashing together, her hand resting on my chest.

  I know what she’s asking; Is this connection we have normal? To progress so rapidly?

  I thought this would take longer, to gain her trust and entry into her life, her panties, her delectable pussy. But she’s as desperate for me as I am for her.

  “No, it’s not. But we’re not normal, we’re extraordinary.”

  Sighing, she briefly closes her eyes.

  “Thank you,” she murmurs.

  “For what?” I ask, confused.

  “For finding me.”

  Twenty-Four

  Chapter

  ALICE

  Three weeks later.

  Crashing.

  That’s the only way to describe it.

  I’m crashing into Erik, shards of us both splintering off and causing carnage.

  Beautiful fucking carnage.

  It’s liberating not caring about anything else but your own pleasure, happiness.

  Erik gives me inner strength to be who I am.

  To embrace my true self and let her be free.

  Asher isn’t speaking to me, and I don’t care.

  Fred is looking at a long stretch in prison, and I’m glad. He hit me and deserves to pay for it.

  Everything is falling into place, and I feel liberated.

  The lights turn out, and I’m plunged into darkness.

  “No, Erik,” I cry out. “Erik, please,” I scream out, adding a choked sob to my tone.

  The drumming of my heart roars in my ears as I try to focus on the sounds around me.

  His breathing is rapid and close.

  “I’m scared, please,” I cry and then scream when arms wrap around my waist, throwing me onto the bed.

  Hands maul me, ripping my clothes from my body.

  I fight back, slapping at him until he nuzzles my neck, and I fucking melt like ice over fire.

  Groaning, I open my legs for him to slip between.

  I feel for the night vision set on his head and yank it off.

  “Lights,” he shouts, and his bedroom glows with a subtle yellow radiance.

  His apartment is insane.

  Everything is voice controlled and pristine.

  My house must look like a cardboard box on the side of the street to him.

  “Fuck me, please,” I plead, giving him all the things he likes.

  Flipping me over, he bites down on my shoulder so hard he draws blood.

  His cock rocks between my bare ass cheeks while his hands wrap around my body to tease my nipples.

  I’ve been fucked before but nothing like Erik’s version of fucking.

  And it’s addictive.

  Slapping a palm on my thigh he growls, “Open.”

  My legs part on command.

  Air leaves my lungs when he enters me rough and hard.

  One hand holds his weight up so he doesn’t crush me while the other snakes around my throat, forcing my head up to look back at him over my shoulder.

  It’s almost too much, the pressure threatening to rob me of consciousness, but it’s that edge that makes us both insane for the thrill.

  He hammers into me punishingly, and I push back onto him, willing him to give me more.

  Give me it all. Every. Fucking. Thing.

  Sweat coats our skin as we grind into each other, searching for more.

  His thumb demands entry into my mouth, and I bite down on him, bucking my hips back, relishing the thrill of the skin on skin slapping.

  My body coils up, the sensations I’ve grown to crave pooling in my lower stomach and sprouting out, touching every nerve and setting me alight with pleasure.

  I milk him for his own release, moaning when I feel him pull free from my pussy, his come pumping over my ass and back.

  “You look so pretty in white,” he grunts, collapsing next to me.

  “My turn,” I growl, mounting him and grinning when he thickens again almost straight away.

  Stamina is not something he’s lacking, and soon enough, he’s rocking his hips up to meet the down grind of mine.

  I ride him with deep strokes, circling my hips to drive him insane.

  Heavy palms squeeze and tease my tits as I turn up the tempo, grinding myself down on him while slipping fingers between my folds to caress my clit. My orgasm is so close.

  I chase it and succumb to the bliss, falling over the edge, taking him with me.

  Twenty-Five

  Chapter

  ERIK

  Alice is sated and sweaty next to me.

  She’s enticing even after just fucking the energy from her.

  Her phone chirps for the hundredth damn time, and she growls, snatching it up.

  “It’s Asher. My mother needs things,” she informs me before closing her eyes.

  I sigh when I think she’s going to ignore him like she has everything else these last three weeks.

  But she’s jumping up and throwing her clothes on.

  “Where the fuck are you going?” I growl, taking her down and shredding her clothes from her body as she tries to put them on.

  “Erik, I have to go. You know until she’s dead I’m going to be tethered to her.”

  There it is again. The hint. She keeps throwing them out there. She really wants this.

  I’m going to end your suffering, my little bird.

  * * *

  Waiting for Alice’s bedroom light to switch off and the street to fall silent, I watch, biding my time.

  I dropped her off at home three hours ago but couldn’t bear to drive away.

  I read the text from Maggie I received earlier and sigh, exhausted that she doesn’t take a fucking hint.

  You haven’t been answering my calls, Erik. I know you need time, and I’ll give you that, but at some point you’re going to have to see me. I’m your fiancée!

  Ignoring her, I slip the phone away.

  Her giving me space has been perfect because frankly, I forgot she even existed.

  I’ve been too consumed with Alice.

  A frosty mist creeps in through the trees casting the street in an eerie fog.

  Cold chills coat my skin as I step out of the car and take a slow walk up to her house, pulling the hooded sweatshirt up to disguise myself in case anyone were to look out their window.

  Grass crunches under my boots, the frost taking form within its blades as I prowl across the yard.

  Lifting the pot they keep by the back door, I use the key they hide beneath it to let myself in.

  The TV flickers with a music channel playing softly. The shadow of Alice’s stepbrother, asleep in a chair, allows me to see where to avoid.

  Temptation to go and strangle the fucker in his sleep is strong, but one murder at a time.

  My eyes
fall on Alice’s graduation cap and college booklets on the breakfast table.

  She’s mentioned college only a handful of times since we’ve been together, and every time she does, I seduce her filthy little mouth and make her too delirious to even want to leave the room let alone me for college.

  I move to the room at the back of house where they keep the disintegrating mother.

  If I ever end up like this, Ebony better put me out of my misery.

  Clicking the door open I cringe when it squeaks, stopping for a moment to check if there’s any movement in the house.

  When I’m satisfied everyone is still asleep, I slip inside and close the door.

  The heavy breathing guides me to the body in the bed. It fucking smells of death in here.

  This is a mercy kill.

  We can’t let our mothers ruin our lives, it’s selfish of them.

  Slipping a couple of latex gloves from my pocket, I stretch them over my hand snapping them in place.

  The woman looks nothing like her daughter.

  Her hair is grey and ratty, pale, papery skin sags over her skull making her look twice her age.

  Sitting beside her on the bed I debate using a pillow so I don’t have to look at her while ending her miserably existence, but the only one in here is the one propping her head up so I forgo the pillow and opt for my hand instead.

  Her hot breath disperses over my gloved palm as I move it to her mouth, placing it over the woman’s crusted, dry lips.

  Leaning further over her body I pinch her nostrils together with my other hand and wait.

  It doesn’t take long for her body to begin moving beneath me, a jerk at first and then convulsing.

  She’s weak, so her arms don’t even rise to push me away.

  It’s unsatisfying killing something so pitiful, and not quick enough.

  Dull, yellow eyes startle awake and stare at me making my face scrunch in discomfort.

  Her eyes are lifeless, like she departed this body way before I ever got here.

  Mumbled moans against my palm give way to pointless attempts at gasps.

  When her body finally settles, her eyes gaze up into mine. Confusion…fear… and finally…acceptance written in them.