I’m going to die, I think. This man is a serial killer, and I lead him right to me. He’s going to strangle me. He’s going to end my life. This was so stupid. The stupidest thing I’ve ever done. And yet, I don’t move.
Fight. Flight. Freeze.
I freeze. I always freeze, in the moment.
It’s what happened with Jaxon too. It’s why I didn’t say anything, why I didn’t react, why I didn’t try to save Mindy because maybe—no. I’m not going there. Not now, not while Shadow is here.
Seconds pass, and I can still breathe. There’s pressure around my neck, and something around my head, but I’m breathing just fine. Then the blankets are pulled down my upper half, the cool air kissing my hot skin, and it’s easier to breathe.
“I’ve been thinking about what I’m going to do to you,” he starts. I have to strain to hear him. The blood is rushing in my ears. My face is hot and sweaty from my breath. “And I so badly want to feel you come apart around my cock, and you will… trust me, you will.”
The bed squeaks as he shifts, peeling the blankets down further, but stopping at my ass, the weight of him still pressing my lower half to the bed.
“But first… I want to see you. I want to see every inch of this sexy little body, and I want to lick and suck andbiteevery single sweet inch of you.” He leans forward, lowering his voice, “Because I want you to remember this night for the rest of your life.”
Jesus… oh my god.
I’m so dizzy. My heart is pounding. My skin is covered in sweat. I need to calm my breathing before I pass out. I close my mouth and breathe through my nose, trying to slow it down. Long, deep breaths, hold it for a few seconds, then let it out slowly. I do this as warm hands slide under my shirt and up my back, fingers trailing along my ribs and then the side of my breast.
“I don’t know where to start,” he murmurs. “Maybe here.” He presses a hand against my side, just above my hip. His touch is firm but not harsh. I startle when his mouth is on me, a mix ofshock and because it tickles. Soft lips caress my skin, then his hot tongue, and then his teeth… like his touch, firm but not harsh.
Well, there goes my breathing.
He does this same pattern—soft kiss, a gentle lick, a firm bite—along the bottom part of my back before going up the side of my ribs. He licks down my spine, shoves the blankets away along with my shorts, and the hardest bite goes to my right ass cheek. I squirm, a groan coming out of me that I try to hide by pressing my face into the mattress.
“That one is going to leave a mark,” he comments cockily.
I like that he’s doing what he wants.
I like that I have no idea what’s coming.
I like that I have no idea who he is.
I like that this is dangerous.
I really like how turned on I am becausethathasn’t happened in months.
This could be my lifesafely. I can accept this about me. I can do this. I can learn and practice and get involved in a community that helps me. I don’t have to shy away from these parts of me. It’s not all bad. I can do this. And I can do it without Jaxon.
Chapter Sixteen
Jaxon
Once I get going, I can’t stop. I said I was going to taste every inch of her skin, and I plan on it.
Every.
Single.
Inch.
I don’t care if it takes me all night. I’ve missed her, and I will make sure she knows it, even if she doesn’treallyknow it.
I’m not stupid enough to think she’ll never find out it’s me. But that’s the plan, isn’t it? At least when she does, she’ll remember this and everything else I do to her. She will remember the way I made her feel…me.And she will come back. She will be mine again.
I have no idea how much time passes as I take my time with her body, but she’s writhing and moaning, and I’d bet my life savings that she’s fucking soaked.
My mouth has been on her entire upper body, down her thighs, calves, and even her adorable toes. She’s moaned, and pushed into me, and pulled away, and I swear at one point, whenI was paying extra attention to the area of her inner thigh, she even pleaded.
