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“No,” I whimper as my body goes limp.
“Do you remember what I do to bad girls?”
I inhale deeply, my body reacting to his touch. I’ve craved this kind since my memory loss began. All the pain, hurt, and guilt I carry inside me. He’s here…He’s alive. Except I can’t trust my own mind. This might not even be Nick…
I study his face, which is still shadowed in the dark. “Regina’s downstairs. I could scream.”
He nips at my ear. “Yeah, but you won’t scream, baby. You missed me too much.”
My body goes stone cold. “What do you want from me?” I murmur.
He leans in so his forehead touches mine. “Right now…I want to fuck you while you’re awake. I want to hurt you in every way possible.”
Jesus…
My breath is like a heavy blanket on my chest. He loops his hands on my underwear and slides it down. “Get on your hands and knees and bend over, wildling.”
My jaw clenches, and a wave of heat surges through me as I stare up at him. My mind races, unable to make out his face through the shadow, but his eyes are black, just like the Archer’s. His hair is longer and disheveled, as if he’s been running his hands through it. Not like the version of him I saw when Regina hypnotized me. In fact, he doesn’t resemble Nick at all, but a monstrous version of him. My hallucinations aren’t confined to my mind anymore. Now they’re bleeding into my present reality.
My eyes glaze over. “You’re not real.”
A smirk touches his lips. “Fine, we’ll do this the hard way.” He grabs my legs and pulls me down to the edge of the bed. My body tingles as he manhandles me to my hands and knees.
More memories surface, this time of the bunker. Those long, dark days and nights, eating all the food. The pain that saved my sanity and kept me alive.
Until something broke me…The shed broke me.
I cry out and dig my fingers into my thigh, and he reaches out and stops me.
“You don’t need to do that right now.” He slaps my ass, jolting my eyes open, while his fingers press into both my clit and ass simultaneously. He fidgets and pulls out his cock, pressing it over my ass. “Fuck, Layla,” he rasps. “You truly are so beautiful.”
He slaps me again, and I moan. A few seconds later, a knock at the door interrupts my bliss. “Layla, is everything okay?”
Nick grips the side of my waist. “Get rid of her.”
“Yes,” I choke out, keeping my head on the mattress. He thrusts his cock into my eager cunt, earning another moan which I do my best to suppress.
“Are you sure? I thought I heard something.”
“Yes, I’m okay.” He thrusts so hard, my head hits the headboard. He anchors himself on top of me, then positions me in the most humiliating way. He pushes my head down as he continues to fuck me. “I’m fine. Just lying down.” My voice is muffled.
Oh, fuck…he feels amazing.
The door handle jiggles. “Something’s telling me you’re not okay. I’m coming in.”
His hand moves to the back of my neck. “If she comes in here, I will have no choice but to kill her. Then I’ll have to kill you.”
I wiggle, and he eases off the pressure, letting me speak. I twist my head around. “Regina, please. For once in your life, just give me some fucking privacy.”
She shuffles outside the door. “Okay. I’m sorry. Get some rest, we can chat tomorrow.”
A few seconds pass, and the pressure eases. “I knew you wouldn’t betray me, wildling, but let’s discuss why I’m angry.”
My hands grip the side of the mattress as he slides out his cock and spits on his hand. My body tenses, but something about his familiar warmth soothes my mind and body. It cures my soul.
“Relax, Layla.” His lips nuzzle against my ear. “You’re going to take me right in the ass, baby. That’s where my cock belongs. Your needy cunt doesn’t deserve it.”
My eyes widen. “I’ve never done that before,” I tell him, although I’m uncertain that’s true either. He hooks his hand around my neck and squeezes so hard I see stars.
