My sister will never know, and Shane and I can carry on acting normal when we’re around each other. Even if my sister found out, she can’t be mad at me for sleeping with her ex if I didn’t technically know it was him. She’ll think I’m insane, yes, but she couldn’t blame me for something I did unknowingly.
I burst out laughing at myself as I stare at the ceiling like a madwoman. There’s nothing normal or sane about any of this and I’m talking as though this man is my brother-in-law and he could just be a regular psycho that I let into my bed. Well, technically, he let himself in.
Shane would have him arrested. Kane would probably kill him and then there’s my brother, who’d probably set his house on fire or something crazy. My sister would lecture me about safety. Not that she’s one to talk. Other than Shane, her choice in men has been one disaster after another.
I’m going crazy. The man who took me to see my mother today isn’t the same man who sank his teeth into my thigh and ate my pussy as if he was winning some pie-eating contest. The two are completely different.
After reasoning with myself and knowing that this is wrong in every way, I still hope my sarge will break in tonight and take me. Giving up my freedom and having all choices taken away from me, even for one night, is liberating.
It’s an escape where I’m not myself and I can let all my worries and problems disappear. I’m at the mercy of his hands. Those big rough hands. My pussy clenches again, seeking those thick fingers, I trail my hand down my body and slip my hand inside my shorts to fondle my throbbing clit.
Moaning, I arch my back, sliding my finger lower. I’m so wet. Moving my finger back and forth from my entrance to my clit, I get into a rhythm, imagining it’s his gloved hand on my skin.
Barks from next door break my concentration.
I pull my hand from my shorts with a huff, and pull the pillow over my ears to muffle the noise. The vein in my neck pulses as my mind remembers the last time Russel was barking at this time of night. I jolt upright in the bed. Holding my breath, I listen for the creek on the floorboards, my heart racing as if I’m being chased.
Scrambling off the bed, I slink to the door and open slowly, my eyes adjusting to the streetlight shining through the landing window.
“Have you been waiting up for me, nightingale?” His deep tone has my spine straightening.
I spin around toward his voice. He’s standing in the doorway to my bathroom like a shadow all in black, camouflaged in the darkness.
My breath halts. I’m frozen to the spot as I take in his broad chest, the fabric of his long-sleeved top clinging to his muscles like a second skin. “What are you doing in my bathroom?”
“I had to adjust the camera. It didn’t show me much of your face when you came in the bath tonight. Which reminds me, I thought I told you that you’re not to come without my say so.”
I’m still registering his words. “You put a camera in my bathroom.” My hand flies to my mouth as acid rises in my chest. My throat burns, my face heats. He really is unhinged.
He steps closer. “Is my nightingale ready to receive her punishment?”
Oh fuck. I run to the stairs, my feet moving of their own accord as I cling to the bannister to stop myself falling. Once at the bottom of the stairs, I try the front door. It’s locked and my keys are in the kitchen.
He laughs from behind me. “Where are you going?” The stairs creak as he casually makes his way down. But I don’t hang around as I rush into the kitchen. The neighbour’s dog still barks as I open a cupboard door, looking for a frying pan or something. I should really keep one under my bed.
Before I can lay a hand on one, he’s behind me, lifting my body with his arms around my waist. He yanks me away from the window and pins me against the tall kitchen unit, his chest pressing against my back.
He whispers into my ear, “You can’t run from me, nightingale.” His warm breath seeps through his mask onto my neck, waking up my skin as it tingles there.
“What are you going to do?” I pant, unable to move as his body pins me between his hard muscles and the cool glass door of the oven against my chest.
Metal clinks against the unit and before my mind registers what it is, he’s holding my hands above my head and securing them to the stainless steel handle on the cupboard door above my oven.
I wriggle my body, but there’s no escaping him. “I can’t believe you invaded my privacy like that.” Heat courses through my veins, but it’s more anger than arousal. I don't care if he watches me in the bath, but I'm horrified that he's probably seen me taking off my makeup.
“You like the idea of me watching you. Admit it.” He steps around the kitchen in the darkness like he knows where everything is and opens a drawer of cloths and sponges for cleaning.
I rattle the cuffs against the handle above me. “Of course I love people watching me on the loo.”
With a chuckle, he says. “That’s not my kink. It only captures the bathtub.”
His words calm my mind, knowing he hasn’t been watching me remove my makeup in the mirror, but I must have looked a fright in the clay mask earlier tonight.
As he moves around my kitchen, the dog continues to bark, then he pulls my kitchen blind down, blocking out the moonlight. He takes a few cleaning cloths in his gloved hand.
I turn my head away before he can gag me with them, but he wraps them around my wrists under the metal.
My muscles relax a little, knowing he isn’t going to hurt me. If he was, he wouldn’t have taken the time to pad the handcuffs.Then he takes a towel hanging at the side of the sink and wraps it around my head like a blindfold. It was dark before, but now it’s pitch black, making me disorientated as I wait helplessly for his next move.
