Prequel
WARNING: Mature content, foul language, possessiveness, need for control, BDSM, age-gap, kidnapping, dark romance, erotica (Smut), forced relationship and actions, forced orgasms, rough, need for control
If you are a sensitive person to this type of situations and find it hard to read. Do me and you both a favor and don’t read it, don’t give us both a headache when we both know a way to avoid it. Just don’t read it if it offends you. That simple. Shocker I know, who knew it was that simple. If you do want to read it thanks, I hope you enjoy the book as much as I enjoyed writing it. :)
Desiree is broke. She’s forced to drop out of school, her junior year and is put in a group home where she later runs away from, taking a bus to LA, a city where she’s hopes to start a new life in to become a designer, to live her dream and live a life better than the one she left behind. A good plan but not a solid one. No one wants to hire a sixteen year old teenager with an unfinished education and no diploma.
Now at eighteen, she has a job that pays for her bills and very little food she can afford, little to no possessions that she owns except for a few things she has of her parents. No family to care for her, only a boss that lets her take home a few scraps of food that wasn’t sold and a few friends that stand by her. She’s a struggling mess, barely making her payments with a jerk of a landlord with grabby hands.
Little does she know she caught the attention of an older but young man that soon becomes her stalker. He watches as the young Desiree struggles, barely making it on her own. She’s tired, mentally and physically with sore feet from working hard to pay for her expenses. He wants to own her, possessing her and take care of Desiree, give her a life he knows she deserves. One day he takes matters into his own hands and whisks her away from her ordinary life to give her the one he thinks is best for her.
WARNING: This book will contain foul language, mature content and lots of smutty-smut. If you don’t like that and sexual acts make you uncomfortable then please exit this book and choose another one, maybe one with a flower. If you like that type of book then be my guest and read it all you want, to your hearts delight. Enjoy my filthy minded readers ;)
I watched her through a small window with white lace curtains open wide, like she wanted me to watch, taunting me to come in and play. She is wearing a clean blue pair of jeans that hugged the curve of her hips and thighs nicely. With that she wore a white shirt a white shirt, so tight I could see the swelling curve of her breasts with the words Hooters written across them. She doesn’t own much clothes, wears the same four outfits each week and washes them only when they get so dirty and smelly she has to.
She worked hard, I know this because I’ve watched her work, I never bought anything, just sat in a stool a few tables away from her assigned table, to keep a watch on her that’s all. She’s shy, to customers they see a girl that’s constantly blushing, smooth yet quiet words, just loud enough for you to hear her. Maybe she doesn’t want to be heard. Her brown hair is always worn up while working, either in a tight bun or a high pony tail, her hair golden at the ends.
Her sea weed green eyes shout submissive yet taunting. Her lips a ruby red, perhaps from biting them so much. Her skin is a light tan, on the paler side to most. Her skin looks so soft, probably from the lotion she puts on, lathering her skin after a shower which she takes after a long day at work. I want to touch her and feel the softness for myself, but I know I have to bid my time. She lives all by herself, just eighteen years old, such a babe. She has no family and only a few friends she occasionally lets drag her out of her small one bedroom apartment, if you can even call it that.
No animals to take care of and no boyfriend to look after her. Her parents are out of the picture so there’s no wooing them and having the right to have her. No one would really miss her or notice if she was gone.
I watch intently as she takes off her shirt, revealing her smooth back and a navy blue bra. She bends down to take off her shorts and I lean closer to my car door enough to see better but not so that anyone notices.
A black pair of underwear comes into view and her round ass stick in the air as shes bent over. She stands back up and loops her thumbs into the sides to pull them down and I wait patiently, hungry to see more.
“Burglar on Wyoming Street, anyone in the area report back. Over.” The crackling of my speaker brings my eyes away from her tempting figure and draws them to the console.
Taking it in my hand I report back, “Copy that, on my way over, Officer Payton. Over.” I report back, putting my vehicle into drive.
“Copy that, call for back up if needed. Over and out.” I put my hands back on the steering wheel after putting the speaker back in its clasp by the radio. Pulling away from the curb, I cast one last glance over to my girl and see that she’s gone.
Bye for now Desiree, I’ll come back for you once the time is right. I’ll rescue you from this dump that you call home and give you anything you desire and deserve my sweet Desiree.
