: Prologue
That Sik Luv
Sex, masturbation, erotic thoughts. They taught me these things were shameful. Sinful. Vile.
Girls like me arenât promiscuous. We look down on those who are. Weâre proper. Pure. Innocent. But the more I see of the masked man lurking in the shadows of the night, the more evidence of his sick obsession with me, the more my lustful imagination runs wild.
I wanted sin. And I wanted it with him.
Aero is my stalker.
Heâs like the air around him. Vanishing whenever he pleases. Showing up to surprise me when I least expect it to pleasure me in ways unimaginable.
He only has two rules for me; give myself over to my hidden desires, and never find out who he is.
What he doesnât realize is heâs creating a monster.
One with the same insatiable hunger for the sickest form of toxic love.