When we reach my street, I can’t help but quicken my pace, eager to put this night behind me. The familiar sight of my house brings a sense of relief, like I’m finally close to escaping this tension that’s been building all evening.
“Thank you for walking me home,” I say, my voice firm, hoping he’ll take the hint and leave me alone.
But before I can getaway, I feel his hand wrap around my arm, and a shiver runs down my spine. My breath catches in my throat as I turn to look at him.We shouldn't be doing this.
“What are you doing?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady as he gently pulls me toward him. My heart starts to race as I realize he’s not letting go.
He doesn’t say anything at first, just starts walking in the direction of his house, and before I can stop myself, my legs begin to move, following him even though I don’t want to. My mind is screaming at me to resist, to turn around and
"Where are you going?" Liam asks when I start to climb the bed. I feel his hand grab my ankle and I almost moan at the feel of his touch. I stop moving and try to pull my ankle away but he doesn't let go. His grip on me is firm but he's not hurting me."I'm trying to go home." I say when I feel him hold on even tighter."Why are you so scared to spend a few minutes with me." He asks and I turn around and sit back down."Because, this is wrong. I shouldn't be here. You have a girlfriend, you're dangerous and you are too old to be spending a few minutes with me." I say and he groans in frustration."Celeste we've been through this." He says genuinely annoyed with me. "I don't have a girlfriend." He says and I roll my eyes at him. "Are you rolling your eyes at me?" He says grabbing my chin gently."It's an automatic respond your lies." I say looking at anything but his eyes."I'm not dangerous and I will never hurt y
"Do you want something to drink? Eat?" He asks after a long pause I shake my head no and he nods. "I need s a drink." He says gettin up from his chair. He walks to the end of the room and he opens a door I didn't even notice was there. I stare at the open door wondering why I don't just leave.He won't even notice until he comes back.A few moments later he walks back in with a beer in one hand a packet of chips in another. He hands me the chips and then he sits next to me."You comfortable?" He asks smiling at me."No" I say and he places his beer botle on the floor and he starts to take off my shoes. "I would ask you to stop but I know I would be sasting my energy." I say and he dhrugs He slips one shoe off and then kisses the top on my foot. I sigh in a mixture of pleasure and sheer panic. I don't understand why he's doing all these sweet and downright sexy things to me. I close my eyes for a second trying to calm myself. And then he does
"Do you ever listen to the things that come out of your mouth?" I say looking at him like the crazy and unfiltered..... he is. I don't know why he does this."Why do you say these things to me? Do you ever think how they will affect me?" I ask and he shrugs. I groan and grab his neck and pretend to ring it. I trully hate him right now. "One thing you should know about me is that I say what I think and feel." He says smiling at me like it's funny. I don't find him carming at all especially when he's trying to charm me. "I don't want to hear your thoughts, so I would appreciate it if you didn't say anything to me." I say and he ripz his fingers over his mouth. He closes his eyes and leans into my chest. I feel his breath on my boobs and I almost choke on my spit. "I don'tr think that's the answer either." I say and it's his turn to groan aoutloud. He sits back his chair. My hands drop onto the bed and I realize I was still holding his neck. Itr felt so natural that I didn't notice I wa
"I don't respond well to screaming." He says getting up."I'm going to give you a minute to calm down" and then he walks.I sit on the bed shocked. I don't know what to do with him. I don't know why he thinks I'll listen to him and just wait for him.I get up from the bed and head to the front door. I grab the handle and open the door."Where are you going?" He says behind me and it takes everything in me not to scream. I didn't hear him come back into the room."I'm going home." I say turning around to look at him. He has a can of Coke in one hand and a beer in the other hand."You promised me an hour and I still have 45 minutes left. So sit down... Please " He says his voice low but not threatening. "I promise to not say any more stupid shit." He says motioning for me to come back into the room. I walk back to him, take the can and sit on the chair he was sitting in. He sits on the bed.I take a few calming breaths and try to be freaked o
Celeste looks at me, her eyes narrowing as she weighs her options. I can tell she's torn between curiosity and fear. I try to keep my expression neutral, but inside, I'm bracing myself. She's going to ask something that will dig deep—something I might not even want to admit to myself.She takes a deep breath, her voice steady but low. "Have you ever killed someone you didn't have to?"Her question hits me like a punch to the gut. I knew this was coming, but hearing it out loud still feels like a slap. I can't afford to flinch, though, so I force myself to stay calm."Yes," I say, keeping my voice as even as possible. I see her tense up, her fingers gripping the Coke can tighter, but she doesn't say anything, just waits for me to continue. "Not every job is clean. Sometimes... things happen that shouldn't."She's quiet, but I can see the disgust and fear creeping into her expression. I swallow hard, knowing that I'm losing her even more with every wo
I hesitate for a moment, feeling the weight of what I’m about to do. I’ve never been one for comfort, for reaching out to someone when they’re hurting. But there’s something about the way Celeste looks right now, so vulnerable, that makes me want to be different—just this once.My footsteps are slow, careful. I’m not even sure how to do this, how to give someone the kind of comfort they need without crossing a line. I’ve never been that guy—the one who can just hold someone and make things better. But I want to try.When I reach her, I see her flinch, just barely, like she doesn’t know what to expect from me. Maybe she’s bracing herself for something worse, and that thought stings more than anything she’s said to me tonight. But I can’t blame her. She doesn't know me. I have to earn her trust. My reputation alone is a no go zone.Still, I push past that. I’ve already come this far. What’s a little more?My arms move on their own, like they’ve forgotten wh
I pick her up from the chair and walk with her on the bed. I place myself between her legs, my body above her. I look down at her taken back by her beauty. I kiss her nose and she giggles softly. I loosen her hair tie and watch her hair pull around her.Her locs are so soft and full."You're beautiful, you know that?" I say and she stares at me but she doesn't say anything. "You're breathtaking," I say and she sighs. And I can tell she doesn't believe me. I'm going to show her how beautiful she is, until she knows it for a fact.I lean in and kiss her lips softly . I deepen the kiss and she moans into my mouth. I can't tell you how much I love that sounds. I want to hear it forever. My kisses progress from her lips, to her neck and down to her chest.I grab the bottom of her t-shirt and take it off of her. She makes a small sound when my fingers touch her skin. "So soft"' I say quietly enjoying the feel of her body. I kiss her be
6 amI'm her, The girl I've judged for my whole life.The girl who walks out of a guy's house at 6 am to go home after a night of committing unspeakable sins.And boy we did things I didn't think I would be able to do in this life time.I blink a few times thinking about how he made me get on all fours at the edge of his bed. My head and chest planted into the mattress as my ass is in the air. My pussy
The sunlight burns my eyes the second we step outside. I wince, squinting hard as I try to adjust, but it’s too much, too fast. After hours—or was it days?—of nothing but darkness, the brightness feels like an assault. The air is thick, humid, carrying the scent of salt and earth, and for a second, I forget I’m walking beside a monster.The yard is massive, overgrown with trees and flowers, a wild, untamed jungle wrapped around a nightmare. It should feel peaceful, but nothing about this place feels safe. Every step I take, I’m hyper-aware of Trevor at my side, his grip firm on my arm, guiding me like I might run.Maybe I should.But where would I go?My mind is fogged, my body weak, but I force myself t
There’s nothing quite like this moment. The anticipation. The thrill. The satisfaction of seeing her exactly where s
The box in front of me is open, and the smell of blood is thick in the air.My me
My back is screaming, my knee feels like someone took a knife to it, and my arms are stiff from being stuck in the same p
I don’t know how many hours have passed. The walls of this room feel like they’re closing in on me. No windows, just a single door that’s been locked since they threw me in here. My body aches from sitting on the hard floor, and my throat is raw from screaming at no one.And then, finally, the door creaks open.Trevor walks in like he owns the world.Something inside me snaps.I lunge at him before I can think, before I can feel the terror crawling under my skin. I’m screaming, my fists pounding against his chest, his arms, his face—anywhere I can reach.He doesn’t flinch.He doesn’t stumble.He doesn’t even try to stop me at first, just stands there while I throw everything I have at him.Then, with nothing but a flick of his wrist, he shoves me off. Effortless.I hit the floor, hard. My palms scrape against the rough wood, but I don’t care. I push up and charge at h
I step into Celeste’s house, and the first thing I notice is the silence. A thick, unnatural kind of quiet that presses against my ears. It’s wrong. All of it is wrong.I’ve been calling her for five hours. Nothing.She’s gone. I know it in my gut. Trevor took her.I exhale slowly through my nose, grounding myself before my anger can swallow me whole.The men I put here to watch her—gone. Haven’t checked in. Haven’t answered. I already know what that means. They’re dead, or they were smart enough to run. Either way, they failed me. They failed her.
My hands are shaking. My whole body is ice-cold, but my face is burning. My stomach twists so hard I feel like I’m going to t
Celeste trembles beneath my touch. Good. That means she understands.I slip the hood over her head, my fingers brushing against the soft strands of her hair. She flinches, and I almost laugh. Like she has a choice in any of this.Then, with a heavy thud, the wooden crate hits the ground. The sound alone is enough to send a ripple of fear through her—I can feel it in the way her breathing quickens. I lean in close, my lips just a breath away from her ear."If you scream, I will slit Tamrin’s throat and make you watch.”She stiffens instantly, and a shiver runs through her body. Ah, there it is. That beautiful moment when someone realizes just how powerless they really are.Satisfied,
I can’t move.I can’t breathe.My whole body is frozen as I watch them—Trevor’s men—move around my house like ghosts, erasing every single trace of themselves. Of me.The coffee mug I dropped? Gone.The chair that got knocked over? Upright, perfectly in place.The rug that shifted in the struggle? Smoothed out like it was never disturbed.They’re meticulous. Careful. Like they’ve done this before. Like they know exactly how to make it seem like nothing ever happened.Like I was never here.Trevor stands a few feet away, watching me with something