The Stalker's Seductive Return

Brazzers

Lea Lexis, Ryan Ryder Pic(s)

The city slept under a blanket of chilled rain, but he did not, his silhouette a familiar stain against the neon-drenched brick of her apartment building. Ryan Ryder had returned, his presence an electric current humming through the very foundations of Lea Lexis’s carefully reconstructed life. She could feel his gaze even through the closed blinds, a phantom touch tracing the line of her spine as she moved through her solitary evening ritual. It was a violation, a poison, yet a part of her, a deep and shameful part, had been waiting for this very moment. His predatory patience was a language she had reluctantly learned to speak, a twisted dance where he led and she was compelled to follow. He never forced entry, never shouted threats; his power was far more insidious, woven from the sheer, unshakable certainty of his obsession. Lea found her hand trembling as she poured a glass of water, the memory of his last “gift”—a single, dead rose left on her doorstep—flashing behind her eyes. She knew this was the climax, the final act in the dark fairytale he had authored for them both, a narrative from which there was no simple escape. A slow, dangerous smile finally touched her lips as she made a decision, turning deliberately to face the window. The game had changed, for the hunter was about to discover his prey had grown her own set of sharp, seductive claws.