Yolanda Olson is one of my FAVORITE dark/horror erotica authors. Her stories are unique, usually filled with nightmare fueled scenery and diabolically wicked characters. I look forward to her depravity every time I pick up one of her books and Strangers is no exception to this. Fiona and Orson are neighbors in a sense and Orson finds himself completely enthralled with the twisted "little monster" who lives opposite him. This story turns psychotic killing into foreplay, and it is done in such a way that you find yourself looking past the sadistic tendencies and focusing on the heat rising between the two main characters. The ending had me blinking at the last page for a bit. A complete WTF moment for sure but that is why Yolanda keeps me coming back!
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Once she falls forward, dead but satisfied, I get up from my bed and go back to my balcony doors just in time to see him cum on the glass.
I grin as I slip my fingers into my mouth, making a show of seductively sucking her taste from them as he regains control of his senses, his still hard cock standing at attention as he seemingly lets out a laugh and rests his forearms against the doors.
Soon, I mouth across the way.
Fiona is a beautiful girl with an exquisite little frame, and I’ve watched her enough times to know that she’s a lethal weapon on legs. The way she’s moved her hips, taken cocks into her throat, slipped her fingers into numerous cunts—all for my viewing pleasure—I know that she’s not afraid to use her body to get what she wants.
I don’t know anything because I don’t know a fucking thing about her and it’s starting to sink in that this perfect stranger is becoming something I desperately want to get my hands on.
But do I want to fuck her or kill her?
He watches me from his window.
I put on my best shows for him because I know he likes what I do.
Blood, death, and sometimes things I know I shouldn't. I study him from my balcony and remember the things he likes best, always careful to show him what I know will bring him back out for more.
I'll do anything that will keep his attention because he's different. He doesn't know it yet, but he's going to be my hero.
It's his fate.
We're the same kind of monster, he and I, and I'll make him remember what's at stake before it's all said and done.
He's my only hope.
Just one more final game before the hunt really begins.
It's only fair.