The water now runs cold so I pull my fingers through my hair one last time before deciding to wrap up the shower. With my eyes closed, I lean down and reach for the handle to turn the water off, but instead, I find myself touching…
“What the-”
I shoot up, springing my eyes open and catching a glimpse of what looks like a skeleton hand, but in aflash my mouth is covered and I’m being thrown up against the wall.
I can’t scream and I can’t move. Fear—not the kind that confronts me sensually but actual fucking fear—fizzles against my skin.
“What’s the matter, little reckless? You’re not scared, are you?”
Trace.
The voice of a dark angle corrupted by beautiful nightmares. A dark sea curling a vicious wave and crashing down, threatening destruction against everything he touches.
How the fuck did he get in here?
I try to move my hands out from under me but the front my body is crushed to the cold tiles lining the bathroom wall. His fully clothed body is pressed against me and while one of his hands is cupping my mouth shut, the other is…
Fear grips me even tighter when I feel something like cold metal skate across the side of my thigh, slowly making its ascent up toward my hip. I try to turn my head down to see what it is, but I’m immobilized and I can’t do anything but hope to god that he really doesn’t plan to hurt me.
“You thought locking the door would keep me out, did you, Olivia?”
His breath hits the side of my neck as he leans into me from behind.
“Don’t you know that monsters usually hide under the bed?” I try to scream, kick, move, do fucking anything but his chuckle reaches me in an impossible mixture of depravity and something far more deranged than I’m capable of accepting. Somethingthat should be the absolute opposite of what I feel when his dark, heated tone feathers against my skin.
He’s been here the whole time and he’s got me right where he wants me.
I try to shove my body against him again, pushing myself up off the wall, but I only budge as much as he allows me to.
“That won’t do much, Livie. No one will hear you even if I remove my hand.” He clicks his tongue and I burn with the fury to know what the fuck is going through his hollow head right now.
Suddenly, I’m yanked back; the front of my body now greeting the cold spray of the water as Trace’s hand still covers my mouth. He presses so hard that the back of my head falls back into his chest and I’m stuck in his hold. But my hands are finally free.
I reach back to grab at him, hit him, anything, but then the cold metal of whatever object he wields presses into my belly button and I freeze.
“You look so cute trying to fight against me, Reckless. But you have to know that it turns me the fuck on.”
He presses his center into my bare ass and I feel the unmistakable size of his hard cock. My body wars with the feeling, remembering how fucking cherished he’d once made me feel. But now, he’s hurting me. Or at least I have to convince myself that he is. But regardless, he’s getting off on my pain and I hate him for it. And I hate myself forlikingthat he’s hard for me. Because I can’t deny it, Idolike it.
I try to move my eyes down to get a glimpse at the object in his hands, needing to see what it is moving closer and closer to my naked center. But my head istrapped against the pressure of his hold on me and even though I technically can use my hands to continue to fight him off, something tells me I might want to hold still.
Trace takes a step back. My body starts to shiver from the icy temperature of the water. I hope he’s taking us out of this small space, but I deflate when I realize he’s only positioning the front of my body directly in the line of the water, causing the spray of the shower to rain down against my belly.
Why the hell is he doing this?I shake myself, groaning against his hand. The burn from his grip mixed with the genuine fear of the unknown sends adrenaline pumping through my veins. And though I know that I should be without a doubt terrified, I can’t deny the wave of heat that pummels me, shooting down my spine and caressing my insides as if I’m not being held against my will.
My body’s reaction is my biggest fucking flaw right now, signaling every mixed emotion to every greedy nerve ending and creating this raw feeling of euphoric terror. I’m trapped and it turns me on.
“Here’s what we’re going to do, Olivia.” Trace’s voice is a low grumble but I can tell it’s free of his mask. “I don’t have a lot of time before my attention is needed elsewhere. And while I had only planned to watch you, you made a grave mistake. You see,” he chuckles, “I saw you touch yourself just now and I need to know what this pretty little head of yours was thinking about as you were about to give in to whatever desire you were feeling. And as much as I’d like to hear you tell me with your words, I don’t want to risk some noseylittle fucker walking by and interrupting us. Because that would mean I’d have to shoot them.”
I shake my head,feelingthe hazard in his tone.
“You do not have a gun.” I try to argue, not wanting to believe him, but of course, my words come out muffled against his hand. My heart flys off a fucking cliff as I hear him chuckle.Why would he have a gun?
“Are you calling me a liar?” he asks, indicating that he understood what I said. Suddenly, the object that presses against my belly leaves me and my whole body freezes as a bullet flies through the air.
“Hollow points,” he states matter-of-factly and the sound of gunshot rings in my ears as I flounder against him.
“Ah, ah,” he coos maniacally as he presses the gun back against my stomach, trying to get me to calm down. But I immediately bend at the searing pain; the heat of the muzzle heats up my skin but it only lasts a moment before the freezing cold water greets me and causes a symphony of fire and ice to caress me.
