They taught me these things were shameful. Sinful. Vile.
Girls like me aren’t promiscuous. We look down on those who are. We’re proper. Pure. Innocent. But the more I see of the masked man lurking in the shadows of the night, the more evidence of his sick obsession with me, the more my lustful imagination runs wild.
I wanted sin. And I wanted it with him.
Aero is my stalker.
He’s like the air around him. Vanishing whenever he pleases. Showing up to surprise me when I least expect it to pleasure me in ways unimaginable.
He only has two rules for me; give myself over to my hidden desires, and never find out who he is.
What he doesn’t realize is he’s creating a monster.
One with the same insatiable hunger for the sickest form of toxic love.
