Savage Stalker: A Dark Twisted Serial Killer Romance

PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE

MATEO

There she was...

Walking home through the Sierra Nevada, the same route she always went through after she finished work.

Her face chiselled to perfection, her pouty plump lips shining with red lipgloss, her big eyes inked with eyeliner.

She always looked so beautiful...

She always looked the part.

One foot in front of the other, one foot in front of the fucking other...

Her delicious, sinful fucking body jiggled as she walked.

Her dress could barely contain those curves that were spilling everywhere.

I watched her walk out of the park, and make her way onto the main road.

And that was when I began to drive slowly...

Slowly putting my foot down on the brakes, to reduce the speed of my blacked-out Ferrari.

Windows so tinted, that nobody could ever see who was inside the car...

Yet I could see the world, and everything in it.

Inching behind her, my eyes burning with the desire to claim this worthless whore, and have her all to myself.

Not wanting to take my gaze away from her for one fucking moment.

Stupid little whore...

She should have known better.

Dressing in that tight, sexy dress at this time of night, like she wanted every man on the street to fucking look at her.

Like she wanted to be forcefully dragged by her ears and long black hair to the boot of my car, having her screams and cries muffled as I had my way with her.

I would burn every bastard down with a flame-torch before I allowed them to take what was rightfully mine.

She might not have known who I was.

She might not have known I even existed...

But I knew her.

I knew her very well.

I'd been watching her, following her...

Thinking about her every second of the day.

Just calculating the perfect opportunity for me to make my move.

There wasn't a moment in time where her delicious curves didn't replay themselves over and over again in my head.

Thinking about snatching her...

Plunging my throbbing cock into her ass, taking her away from everything and everyone she knew, to the point that all she could see in her life was me.

In due time, I would take her off these streets...

And have her at my knees, begging for mercy.

Begging for me to stop.

But I wouldn't.

After having my way with her in every single way I'd imagined, when I'd been stroking myself to thinking about her every single fucking night...

I would discard her, and torture her to death like the horrible slut she was.

The shadows of a love born from the depths of madness.