Stalking My Stalker by Jenna Rose

He used to watch me from afar. Now he slinks into my bedroom at night, like a wolf stalking its prey. I lie still like his Sleeping Beauty, but I’m craving much more than a kiss from my dark prince.

He terrifies me. But fright can be thrilling. I may be innocent, untouched, but I’m growing more and more addicted to our sick little game. And every night, when he pulls back my sheets and scours me with his eyes, my body cries out for his touch.

He knows everything about me, but I know nothing about him. And maybe I’m as twisted as he is, but if he thinks he’s going to hold all the cards forever, he’s wrong. I’m going to flip the script on him…I’m going to stalk my stalker…