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I rutted into her, thrusting my hips forward into my palm pretending it was her mouth. Her thick, wet lips sucked me in greedily. I had no idea why, but I’d imagined her to take all of the control, even if she was on her knees. In my head, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked me into the back of her throat, leaving me tensed and ready to explode. I came hard, spraying the tiles with the seed that I fantasized was deep inside her cunt. When the imagery became too real, I shook my head and turned my face up toward the shower head, allowing it to assault me and rid me of my darkest dreams. I was breathing heavily and instead of feeling relieved, I felt even more riled up.
Stepping from the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed into my room and straight toward the dresser. Pulling out a pair of boxers, I stepped into them and headed back toward the bed, flopping down onto the mattress with a groan. My head started to ache, but luckily it helped my eyes fall heavy, and soon enough, I’d passed out half-naked on top of the sheets. I didn’t even have the energy to crawl beneath them. I was startled awake a few hours later when a terrified scream tore through my skull and before my eyes had even snapped open I had one hand on the door and one on my gun. Ripping it open, I charged out into the hall when the sound came again, this time louder and right from inside Alex’s room.
My heart felt like it was about to explode from my chest. Just punch through the cavities right there and fucking then. Splatter against the drywall.
I’d never heard Alessia scream.
Not once in the entire five years I’d worked for her. Or the many years before, that I spent stalking her from the shadows.
I’d seen her make plenty of people scream, mostly men who she put the fear of Satan into. But never once heard the sound come from her throat.
I had thought I’d experienced true terror at least once in my life, the night my heart stopped beating. But it didn’t compared to how I felt in that very moment.
I kicked her door open and threw myself through it, gun held high and more than ready to put a bullet into the head of whoever had scared the shit out of Alessia.
She was a woman of many things, but fear was never one of them.
Only when I crossed the threshold, it was to find her room empty and her alone under the covers. I stood there like a moron for a moment, just blinking dumbly at her sleeping form wondering if I’d woken from some kind of nightmare of my own.
Because looking at her now, you’d never have known that dreadful sound had been pulled from her chest. Just when I thought I was starting to lose my mind, she screamed again and thrashed her head to the side like she was in agony.
The kind of pain that could kill a person dead.
I rushed toward her and fell to my knees to shake her awake, gun rested on my bent thighs. But she was in too deep. Bellowing her terror to the heavens, my pulse thundered beneath my skin.
“Wake up! Lessie, wake the fuck up!”
Her eyes flew open, pupils dilated and almost darker than an abyss as she gasped. Her back arched and her chest heaved like she was being strangled in her sleep and any bit of air she could get was needed. The silken camisole she was wearing in a pearl white clung to her tanned skin with perspiration. The covers gathered around her waist, low on her hips as the top of her thighs peeked from beneath the fabric.
By the Devil, she was fucking beautiful.
Even when she had terror in her harrowing, soul destroying eyes.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Alessia
“Daddy don’t!” I cried as tears streamed down my cheeks.
Everything happened all too quickly, which was strange considering the fact everything also happened in slow motion. The sound of rain pelted against glass despite us being in daddy’s dungeon of hell. There were no windows, yet the pitter-patter inside of my head was almost as loud as my screams.
Shadows were plentiful here, dancing in the little light this place offered. It was like my turmoil was alive and outside of my soul that housed its torment.
Pain riddled my body as my little limbs shook. I clawed and kicked, fighting my way toward Rían but each time I shucked off the hold of one of my father’s brutal soldiers, another one gripped me even harder. Bruising my delicate skin. Soon enough, there was an army between me and the boy that I loved. I cried for him, screamed for him, even.
All until my throat bled.
But this wasn’t right.
This wasn’t what happened.
It was only me, Daddy, Rían, and Elliot there that day.
That’s when I knew what this was.
‘It was what should have happened,’ my conscious whispered back to me in a monstrous shrill voice that sounded like nails on a chalkboard. My own soul laughed at me, like all of this was Rían’s vengeful spirit that haunted me from beyond the grave.
I should have done anything to get to him, to stop my father from slitting his throat.
