Anti-Hero [18+]

Author’s Note:

This story has a very twisted hero, Dominic probably worse than Tyler Lockhart so you have been warned. If you’re a hardcore feminist, this is not the story for you. While I do not condone any of the hero’s actions in this story in real life, this is fiction and is only written for the main purpose of entertainment. The story will have dubious consent, stalking, bullying, elements of bdsm, dark and steamy scenes with twists.

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TEASER

It was lust at first sight.

People delude themselves by calling it “love”. I just own my shit. There was no other way to explain this feeling, the raw thrill for the hunt. There was something about Maeve Trevino that drew me to her. Maybe it was the way she looked so adorable, with her chocolate brown hair in trinkets, matching ribbons, and those large blue eyes. She might not know it but she wore the innocence like a beacon, a fucking lighthouse everyone could see and couldn’t resist.

I was getting excited just thinking of ways I could soil her.

Unlike some people who like to deny what they are, I know I am a predator.

I’d never been with a virgin before, so this was a new type of fun.

As I started driving home from the skating rink, the headlights of my car caught the flare of her lacy dress in the darkness of the night.

It was Maeve, walking alone at night.

I chuckled to myself.

A fucking jackpot.

I slowed down on the road as she continued to brisk walk. It would have been fun to stalk her while she was visibly shaking with fear, but I also had to gain her trust. I had to be the kind of guy she relied on.

“Maeve,” I called out to her, rolling down my window, “Can I drop you somewhere?”

A classic question used to trap preys.

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