Stalkers: A Dark Romance Anthology

by Ally Vance

  His hands are in my hair, pulling at it. There’s a pain that emanates from my scalp, but I don’t care. It just makes me want him even more. Makes me desperate for more of his touch. He thrusts into me hard. A yelp escaping my mouth. There’s a loud thump on the ground, and that’s all that is needed to break the spell. Professor Matthews’ body stiffens, and he recoils as if I electrocuted him. With a darkness in his eyes, so much different from the arousal that once shrouded them, he backs away from me. Still being able to feel his kiss, my hand goes to my swollen lips. His eyes track the movement, and just like a rubber band, something snaps and I know the instant he’s back to his normal self. His soft features harden and a vein appears on his temple.

  “Get out,” he growls.

  I stand firm and don’t move. He goes to grab my wrist, but I pull away from his touch. “No. You want this,” I state clearly and boldly.

  His face contorts into something so tortured, I’m tempted to reach out and place a hand on his warm cheek. “We can’t do this.”

  He doesn’t need to tell me what we can and can’t do. I’m not stupid not to know how ridiculously insane and inappropriate this whole thing is. I am, however, stupid to not want to stop it. And that’s the thing about lust. It makes us do crazy things. Things that, given another time and circumstance, we never would have ventured into and have been so bold to have accepted and done.

  “I know, but can you honestly tell me that now that we’ve pushed the boundaries of our professional relationship, you can see us going back to being professor and student? Because I can’t.”

  Deep lines crevice his face, and I await his response with anxious breaths. The feeling of years passing by has me admitting defeat and giving up on the little bit of hope I had of him saying he wants the same thing as well when he releases a heavy sigh and pushes me against the bookcase once more. Soft lips meet mine, and I welcome the feel of his tongue against mine. His body pressed into mine, his erection digging into me. The pained grab of my hair as he tightens his grip and yanks my head to the side, running his nose against my throat and landing a soft kiss on my cheek.

  “I shouldn’t be feeling these things about you. We could get into trouble and I’m not willing to put you in a position like this when this fairy-tale notion of a relationship you have about us, is predicted to die…”

  I wait for the but. The word that can have you cave into yourself or smile with the light of a thousand suns. I send out an implicit plea. Urge him silently to give me the but. The but that will have him telling me he’s ready to dive headfirst into this pulsing chemistry we have that could power an entire state.

  When it never comes, I hang my head. Ashamed and feeling embarrassed and foolish for putting myself out there. As a lone tear escapes me, I wipe it away and push past him to the office door.

  “But,” he says, and I stop. “I can’t get you out of my head and I’m spinning around in circles in a glass box, desperate to free myself from this seclusion of deafening desire. Against my better judgment, I’m willing to see if we have something more than what is on the surface.”

  “Really?” I practically whimper.

  “Really.” He smiles. For the first time since having met him. In the months I’ve known him, Professor Matthews has never smiled. He is going to be the death of me, I just know it. And nothing can keep me from plunging into the depths of the unknown. To wrap myself around him and keep him by my side forever.

  About Kara Dawson

  About Kara:

  Kara Dawson is the dark and devilish pen name of author, Amara Kent. As Kara, she wishes to dive deep into the world of dark romance and erotic horror. To write the things she loves dearly and dig into her dark dreams and spin them into words. She’s been a fan of all things horror since a young age, reading Goosebumps, other young adult horror books and renting horror movies to watch pretty much on a weekly basis…much to the concern of her mother. When she’s not laughing wickedly while writing twisted stories, she can be found watching anime, horror movies, gushy rom-coms or k-dramas.

  Books by Kara:

  Raising Demons (Hellfire Saga Book 1)

  https://books2read.com/raisingdemons

  Books by Amara:

  UGLY (Complicated Love Book 1)

  https://books2read.com/ugly

  Sweet Karma (The Billionaires Club Book 1)

  https://books2read.com/sweetkarma

  I Got You

  Sam Destiny

  Chapter One

  The room is dark as I slide through the open window.

  Fine, open might be exaggerated since I had to open it with a trick, but it doesn’t matter. The air inside Maddie’s bedroom is hot and humid, the summer in Atlanta not allowing for cool nights.

  The fan stands to the side, but it’s turned off.

  I think I prefer it that way because now Maddie lies on top of the small sheet she usually uses to cover her body.

  I pause for a moment; the streetlights illuminating the bedroom just enough for me to see her features and the way the golden strands fanning over the satin pillow. I reach out, my touch barely going over her cheek and then her lips.

  They are parted and I almost push my thumb into her mouth. My cock swells at the mere motion of touching her again.

  It’s been almost two weeks since that last happened.

  She wears a tank and shorts to sleep, and it’s sexy. So sexy.

  Add to that the fact that tanks usually moved whenever the wearer did, and I’m hard. So hard. I open my jeans and pull out my cock, wrapping my free hand around it.

  The night is quiet, even here in Atlanta, or maybe I am too focused on Maddie.

  She turns, and the tank moves exactly the way I’d hoped. Whatever she’s dreaming about has her nipples hard as one tit falls out of the shirt.

  With my free hand I reach out and circle the nipple, my eyes on her face, but besides a slight change in her breathing, there’s no shift in her.

  I tease her more, stroking myself in the same movement, and a soft moan slips from her lips.

  My finger freezes on her nipple, eyes snapping up to her face, but she’s still asleep.

  Maybe I made her dream change into something more, something sexier.

  For the longest time, I wonder if I can kneel and flicker my tongue over her skin. I missed her, stayed away because last time it was that close.

  My balls draw up tight, just the thought of licking her nipple being already more than I usually allow myself to think about.

  Fuck it, I decide and kneel next to the bed, careful to not touch her as I lean over and flicker my tongue across her nipple. It’s the briefest of moments, but the sweetest of tastes on my lips.

  Her breath catches and I know I need to step back, need to bring distance between us. “Are you dreaming of me? Of how I’d run my hands over more than just your nipple?” I whisper, leaning back on my heals while I jerk myself harder.

  I catch sight of the white candles on her nightstand. “Would you want it romantic, Maddie? The light of the flames playing over our sweaty skin as I drive my cock into you over and over?”

  I swell in my hand, the pleasure going through my body more intense than anything.

  My brain tells me to move back so I won’t come over her bed. Coming over the floor won’t be too much of an issue. Maybe she will not even notice it.

  Or better yet, maybe she’ll dip her finger into it and smell my cum…

  I groan under my breath as spurts of cum hit the ground between my legs and up to her nightstand. I stroke for as long as I dare, then I pack my dick away and get back to my feet, carefully walking around the evidence of what she’d just made me do.

  Her nipple is still on display and I allow myself one last, soft touch there when her legs fall open and her shorts allow me a small view at her pussy. She’s wearing a thong that hides nothing and I want to feel it.

  I want to touch her.

  “Maddie?” I whisper-call, but she doesn’t react.

/>   I move over and pause, her legs still spread, cunt on display, and reach out. I move as carefully as I can, but then feel wetness on my fingertip and know I’ve touched heaven.

  Her legs quiver and I finally make myself leave. I cannot risk getting caught, not when I’m so close to everything I ever wanted.

  I slip out of her window, make sure I pull it close again, then I lean back against the wall, my feet on the fire escape, and bring my finger up to my nose, inhaling the scent of her arousal.

  “One day soon, Maddie, I will taste your sweet juice, and it will make me higher than anything ever could,” I promise, leaving behind the one woman who holds my heart since the very first time I saw her.

  Maddie

  I had the weirdest dream. A sexy one, definitely, but it still left a bitter taste in my mouth.

  Stretching in the morning sunlight coming in through the window, I couldn’t help but get excited about my best friend Dimitri coming back from deployment. He’d have two weeks off now before he’d be leaving for base again, and I was eager to spend every single second with him.

  We’d been best friends since elementary school because teachers had sat us next to each other, and over the last three years I’d even developed a major crush on him.

  Hell, the army was doing him good. He was always tanned, had built up muscle, and even had gotten his first tattoos with some comrades.

  In my eyes he’d always been perfect and sweet, but now… Damn, I must’ve been blind before.

  Or in denial, as my female best friend, Kasey, always said.

  Dim promised to stay with me for his days off and I crawled to the end of my bed toward my dresser, reaching out briefly before realizing I need to adjust my tank, then I stretched again.

  My bedroom wasn’t the biggest, but that was my choice. Usually this would be the office of my apartment, but I didn’t need one. Instead, I’d turned this small room into my bedroom and now had a guest room that would allow friends to visit.

  Actually, I’d just created that with Dim in mind, especially considering that he usually had to share rooms.

  From my bed I could just about reach the dresser’s drawers without falling off, and so I balanced on the side, looking for the right underwear to put on.

  Not that I planned on revealing that to him today already.

  Or… at least not instantly.

  I grabbed the underwear, went into the bathroom, and, after a shower, felt ready for the day. I checked my cell, finding a message from Dim telling me he’d be there earlier than planned.

  I’d cleaned the entire apartment the day before, more than glad I’d been this organized, so all I had left to do was get myself a coffee and flip through my social media while I waited for the doorbell to ring.

  There were a few notifications and likes from an account I didn’t know, but considering I was the most private person online, it didn’t concern me.

  At least not until I’d noticed that it was the same profile who’d liked statuses and pictures over the last months already.

  You have a stalker, Maddie.

  Kasey had said those words as a joke, but I’d taken them seriously because there was something that had irked me for a while now.

  The way I felt watched.

  Or that when I’d tried to get my favorite licorice in my preferred grocery store, but they’d been sold out, a pack had shown up in front of my door the same day. It had come with a note stating that it was from the clerk of my choice.

  That day I’d put it aside as the guy in the store who’d flirted with me trying to be nice and having found my address on the delivery list, but…

  Combined with everything that had happened, maybe that stalking thing was a bigger problem than I’d allowed myself to admit.

  I switched to my messenger app, meaning to clear the spam folder when I realized there’d been the weirds DMs in them from as early as nine months back, and they were all simple, but…

  Thank you for your smile today.

  Damn, you looked beautiful in that blue dress.

  My heart stopped when you waved at me.

  Those and some others came from two different profiles that had an androgynous name and no further information unless you were friends.

  Then, there was a third profile who’d started sending me different messages, and it was the one from six hours ago that had my heart dropping in my chest:

  Your pussy smells better than I’d have expected it, Maddie, and I cannot wait until you taste it—sucking it from my cock after I fucked that tight cunt. You were so wet for me, weren’t you?

  I dropped my phone onto the table, my mind racing.

  I had dreamed about being touched last night, about being fingered, about sexy teasing, but… It had been a dream, right?

  Nothing but a dream.

  I stood, rushing into my bedroom and checking the window. It was locked, just like I’d done it last night. I lived on the seventh floor, but there was a fire escape right outside the window, and therefore I never left it open unless I was awake and here.

  Exhaling slowly, I turned, leaning against the window. It had been nothing but a freak coincidence. I’d block that dude and be over with it.

  I was about to leave again when candle wax on the ground caught my eyes. It looked weird, but then, it always did when no longer being warm.

  With how often I had to clean up after blowing my nightstand candles out too harshly, you’d have expected me to get rid of them, but no.

  I loved them too much and even had them on when Atlanta was hellfire itself.

  Grabbing a washcloth and an old knife from the kitchen, I knelt next to the stains and started scrubbing at them.

  Today was one of the lucky days and they came off easily, making me think that at least something worked.

  I tried to ignore the nagging at the back of my mind, but the feeling of having forgotten something, or not having seen something, didn’t leave until I sat back on my heels after cleaning. The floor was shining again, now all I had to clean would be the nightstand…

  Only there were no stains. I checked and rechecked, knowing that usually there were splatters, too.

  Only this time, I couldn’t find any at all, and that caused the hairs on the back of my neck to rise.

  Dim

  I was eager to get back to Maddie. Nine months of being away had been hell, and I’d seen the worst of humanity during that time.

  There was a difference between being a soldier and being a killer, and some guys I’d served with in the desert definitely had been the latter. They enjoyed it too much when bullets pierced skin and bones, and just the thought made me sick.

  Damn, I couldn’t wait to see a beaming Maddie again. She was an easy-going, always happy person, and I envied her.

  Always had, just like I’d always loved her from the moment I knew what love was. However, having been friend-zoned more than anyone could care for, I’d been always too afraid to ask.

  That would change now.

  I climbed the stairs to her apartment, small rooms making me nauseous, and stopped in front of her door. There was a gift basket standing there with her favorite beauty products, some sweets and a book with a rather raunchy cover.

  I picked it up, trying to find a card, but there was none.

  I rang the doorbell, waiting, and when Maddie opened, her face split into the wide smile I’d missed so much.

  Damn, how much I wished I could kiss her.

  “This stood in front of your door. I figured I’ll bring it inside,” I explained, nodding toward the basket in my hand while hopping slightly on one foot to keep my bag from sliding off my shoulder.

  “Wait…” She arched a brow. “This isn’t from you?”

  I shook my head and she finally let me step inside. I didn’t know what was going on, but the way she’d paled gave me reason to be concerned. “Tell me what’s going on.”

  Maddie shrugged, then took the basket and carried it over to her kitchen counter. “
We’ll find out in a bit, I guess.”

  She unpacked the whole thing until eventually finding a small, folded note I’d not seen because it had been hidden under some sweets.

  “For everything you did for me, do to me. Thank you,” she read out, but I heard the way her voice cracked.

  “I’m guessing you know whom that is from?”

  She licked her lips. “My stalker.” Then, after a brief pause, “Wow, that felt weird. I mean, saying it out loud for the first time.”

  I tilted up her chin. “What do you mean?”

  I watched how she hesitated, then she pulled me out of the kitchen and nodded me to sit. “I… I think I might have a stalker. I get the weirdest messages sometimes, and a weird feeling of being watched. And a while back I had sweets lying in front of my door from Grocery’s, the store up the street. You know how I sometimes get deliveries just because I’m too lazy to shop. I’m on their list. I didn’t think about it, but combined with the feeling…”

  I pushed back to my feet. “Do you think someone was in here, too?”

  Maybe it was that the moment I heard the word ‘stalker’ my mind went to the worst, but I couldn’t help but think that those guys sometimes escalated before their victims even knew that. “No, I don’t think so…”

  For a moment I waited while she thought, then I cleared my throat. “There’s a fire escape in front of your apartment. Bedroom, right?”