Page 1 of Darkest Dawn

Chapter 1

Ciaran

Iwatchasthetiny little brown hair goddess walks out of her shared bathroom, hair wrapped in a towel and body covered in only a thin, sheer wrap tied at the waist. I can see her pebbled nipples through the baby pink fabric, making my dick twitch in my sweatpants. God, I want to worship this woman.

She heads for her dresser, unraveling the towel from her head, letting her damp chocolate brown hair fall down her back. I tighten my fist, imagining my hand tangled in the thick, long locks. She starts to finger comb her hair a few times with one hand, attempting to untangle the knots, while using the other hand to search for something in her top drawer.

My obsession over this pint size ray of sunshine over the last year has only gotten worse. I thought it would pass with time; it always does, but not this one. No, she is special. I only watched her at first. No one would have ever guessed I was an obsessive stalker from the looks of me. A serial killer maybe. I am the school’s resident “bad boy.” Their nickname, not mine, but I’m no saint. I’m not hurting in the looks department, either. I could snap my finger and have any woman I wanted bent over and, in my bed, letting me do all the depraved things I like, but no, not my little sunshine.

My family has their hands in many things, and I’m set to be the king of it all once I graduate. But I’ve never wanted something as badly as I want her.

She’s still shuffling through her drawer, so I decide to take a second to check her phone. I might have cloned it a week or so after I met her. I check her most recent messages, boring shit like usual. A few from her so-called friends and one from her piece of shit ex. I delete that one right away. I smile at the thought of him. When I found out he was sticking his tiny dick in other women, I made my move to get rid of him. I could have killed him, of course, but I figure she would be heartbroken over that dumbass and wouldn’t be ready for me after. So, when the idiot recorded himself fucking her cheerleader teammate, I accidentally made sure it got sent to her.

It destroyed her, of course, but I was watching over her that day. She was in her room studying like the good girl everyone believes she is, but I saw something in her eye that day. So, I made myself known that day. A simple text message. She freaked out at first, but then she became a curious little kitten and responded. Just like I thought she would. She knows she has a stalker, to an extent at least, but doesn’t understand my full obsession with her. She will soon.

I must have been lost in my thoughts because a soft, barely audible moan sounds through my quiet room. My eyes snap to my computer screen to see my little sunshine, who is now laid out on her bed, one hand between her legs while the other pinches her tight rosy, pink nipple. I go from a half-mast chub to a full-on raging boner trying to pierce through my cotton pants. Motherfucker, this woman is going to be the death of me.

I might have closed my eyes to try and regain some type of control of my body, but another tiny gasp of pleasure catches my attention. I peer down once again at my screen and the naughty little brat as she rubs her clit in small tight circles. What I wouldn’t do to lick up all those juices I know are leaking from her tight pink pussy. I give up the battle of trying not to stroke myself and slide down my sweats, my cock springing free as I wrap my fist around my shaft and squeeze.

She starts to slowly fuck herself, sliding her finger in and out her tight little core making me grind my teeth in frustration. I should be the one making her moan out in pleasure, soaking the sheets from her release, screaming for me to fuck her harder. I begin to fuck my hand at the pace she sets, knowing that when I finally get my hands on her, she will never want to touch herself again. She will beg me day and night to fuck her every which way, but only if she is a good girl.

She increases her speed, pre-cum now dripping from my tip, adding lubrication to the rough handling of my cock. But I like the pain. Need it. To give it as well, but what no one else knows about my Sunshine is she needs it too. The pain she craves. She has needs that only I can fulfill.

I feel myself getting closer, as I stare at the sexy little minks laid out across her bed, fucking herself into an explosive orgasm. I realize something. Sunshine will be mine sooner rather than later. I need her like I need my next breath, and I’m done playing this little game of cat and mouse. Oh yes, my Little Sunshine is going to be mine tomorrow.

A low throaty drawn-out moan fills my ears and its music to my black soul. My cock needs no more permission. I release into my hand, groaning as I imagine soaking my woman in my seed, coating her walls, and claiming what is mine.

My euphoric state comes to a halt when a knocking on her bedroom door can be heard, followed by, “Dawn. Are you ready to go yet? I’m starving.”

Tomorrow Little Sunshine. Tomorrow, we will end this.

Chapter 2

Dawn

Threeloudknocksrattlemy door, making me jump almost out of my skin. “Dawn. Are you ready to go yet? I’m starving.” I deflate when it's only Becca, one of my roommates and best friends. I roll my eyes, sitting up, covering myself back up with my baby pink bathrobe. Taking a second to calm my racing heart, I take a deep breath before I respond.

“Just got out of the shower. I’ll be ready in five.” I call out before standing and heading back over to my white dresser to put away my new boyfriend. I sigh at that thought. It’s been two weeks since Garrett, my now ex, accidentally sent me a sex tape of him fucking Sarah. Another cheerleader from B squad. Stupid blonde bitch had the nerve to act shocked and upset when I called her a backstabbing two faced bitch the next day at practice.

Garrett, the asshole, even made it seem like he had no other option but to cheat because I “didn’t meet his sexual needs”. Insert major eye roll here. Pathetic really, a man who felt he was god’s gift to women, making lame excuses to justify his shitty actions. The only reason we dated was because of our friends. I was the cheerleader, and he was the star quarterback. It’s how every love story starts, right? Wrong. I wasn’t even in love with the asshole. Was he hot, sure? He was the all-American boy type. Blonde hair, bright blue eyes, fair skin, pretty tall, your everyday Ken doll.

He was a sucky lay, too. I had to get myself off once I got home every time we fucked. Talk about two pump chump. But rumor around school is I fuck like a dead fish, just laid there. I even heard that I was as vanilla as you could get. I laughed so hard I almost peed myself. Me, vanilla. Ha. Garrett couldn’t find a g-spot if he had a map with X marked the spot leading the way. But he has been the star quarterback for the last two years and I’m the new girl who transferred in this year.

Clearing my head of the horrible thoughts of my piece of shit ex, I pull out a cute pair of lacey pink undies and a bra to match. I’m just pulling my underwear to my hips when my phone dings. A smile graces my lips, knowing exactly who that will be. I continue on with my task, pulling out a pair of jeans and a plain white crop top. My phone dings again, making my smile widen. So impatient. Rolling my eyes, I head to my shared bathroom to brush my hair and apply some light makeup. I hate wearing the stuff most of the time, but lately I feel like I need the extra amour.

When my phone dings for the third time, I make my way back to my room and to my nightstand. Grabbing my phone, I swipe to unlock and grin at my messages. Granted, I really should be more concerned that I have a stalker who obviously has a camera in my room and watches me quite often, but I honestly find it kinda hot.

Him: Naughty Little Sunshine. Touching yourself without my permission.

My body heats as I readhis words.

Him: Maybe when I finally get you to myself, I’ll turn your perky little ass red with my hand.

Oh god. Yes, please!

Him: Soon Little Sunshine soon. Then you will be all mine.

A chill races down my spine, but not in fear. Oh no. My stalker doesn’t scare me. He excites me. My mind wanders back to a few minutes ago. My fingers fucking myself while my thoughts were on a dark figure standing over me. Hmming his approval as I fuck myself faster and harder. I imagine his voice is deep, sexual, a growl, demanding me to beg for my release. Fuckkkk, I’m turning myself on again.

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