My Masked Stalker: A Dark Primal Romance

She doesn't know it yet, but she's mine.

I first saw Emily when I was on a job-rifle in hand, target in sight. But it wasn't the mark who stole my attention. It was her. The girl in the window, lit up by the glow of her kitchen light, completely unaware she'd just become mine.

I've been watching her ever since. Her private moments. Her sweet little routines. The way she moans softly when she touches herself, thinking no one can hear. She thinks she's safe in her apartment, but I see every...