Chapter 47
HAYDEN
Dad's condition got even worse, the doctor said he had a relapse and would have to stay until they were sure that he wasn't in any imminent danger.
It's only been two days since I arrived back here and I was regretting it already. Everything was beginning to get inside my head, staying back at the house made it even worse.
I don't know how long I sat at my usual dark spot in the bar, the music.. strong alcohol was all I needed to drown myself in.
I ordered another shot of tequila and gobbled it down in a single take.
"Do you need anything else? " The stripper smacked her gums asked practically shoving her huge fake tits in my face, I wondered how she walks around with that without toppling over from their weight.
"Fuck off"
The icy look I sent her was enough to send her on her way mumbling something that closely sounded like 'your loss'.
It was hard to believe the fact that I have that I haven't gotten laid in six fucking whole years.
SHE really fucked me up for good.
My body and mind craved what only she could provide, no other woman could get me even half as hard enough as my erotic dreams about her did.
It wasn't like I haven't tried, but I always never could go through with it without feeling repulsed.
Jerking myself off with her images in my head was the only option whenever the need becomes too great, which happens very much often. It was enough to get me off but not at the mental level.
My cellphone rang aloud, a deep scowl settled on my face almost immediately as I stared at the caller ID, I contemplated answering it or not but gave in at the end.
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Being so heavily drunk and returning home so late at night was the last thing I wanted on this cold rainy night.
He had spoken some shit about a parcel or some stuff over the phone which was going to be delivered at our house...He didn't specify the contents, he only mentioned that it couldn't wait.
I found It to be a strange enough request, I mean why should it be our family house of all the god damned places?
I didn't get the time to ask him about it when he'd fucking hung up on me, one of these days I might just kill him for real.
As much as I would have told him to go fuck himself this was work-related and if there's one thing we never do is to mix personal feuds in the business.
It was a miracle how I got home in one piece with all the many shots of alcohol buzzing in my system.
I pushed the door open, the entire house was completely dark, the power was out due to the heavy rainstorm.
squinting my eyes to try to adjust to the darkness at the same time a brief flash of lightning went past.
I stood frozen to my spot. I'll be dammed at the sight before me.
Whether or not I was hallucinating which is what I'm sure as hell is happening at this moment.
I didn't want this vision to go....disappear into a million bubbles just like it had all done so many times.
But it doesn't feel like a dream, It was the most real thing I've ever felt in the longest time.
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GRACIE
It was so cold...
That was the first thing I realized as I slowly slipped into consciousness.
The iciness slowly seeped through my bones making them completely numb.
My heavy lids groggily flickered open, I was met with complete darkness.
Ashley.
She had...
I straightened up from the hard floor so suddenly that black dots gathered at the back of my eyes for a moment as I fought back a wave of nausea.
It was too dark for me to take a look as to where I was but I could take a guess.
....And I wouldn't be wrong.
My wet clothes and hair were plastered to my skin. I wonder how long I have been out with whatever drug she had given me.
She could have only been talking about one person.
HIM.
A shiver that had nothing to do with the cold swept through me.
I searched my gaze around in panic as if he was present, lurking in the darkness...just waiting to grab me.
I needed to escape before...
I staggered my way around in search of an exit, I searched around with both hands for what felt like hours, I stumbled a few times but finally made it. My fingers came across what I felt to be a door.
I muttered a silent prayer that it would lead me outside where I could...
Just before I could grasp at the knob it kicked open sending me flying back a few steps, a brief flash of lightning went past at that moment.
My heart pace ricocheted at an alarming rate.
Just a few steps away from me was...
My nightmare.
The pair of gazes that's hunted me for the past six years.
We stood still for moments, I couldn't move from my spot even if I wanted to. He held me paralyzed by his commanding presence.
I couldn't make out his features now in the darkness but knew the moment his shadowy figure began to approach me.
"You almost feel so real" His voice was even deeper and huskier than I remembered.
Why had he said that?
"But how could it be ?" he murmured while brushing his knuckles over my cheek, trailing it down to my lips gently.
His behavior was even more confusing, if he had used Ashley to kidnap me then...
I didn't get a chance to think further when he engulfed me tightly, pressing my face into his chest.
His body heat slowly sipped into my cold numb ones.
His next words sent a wave of shiver through me..... One that had nothing to do with the cold.
"But at least in here, I can see you... touch you. "
It came as a realization to me that he doesn't know that I'm here for real, I don't know whether to be scared or relieved.
I have no time to ponder about anything, I have to get out of here before he realizes his mistakes and.
But how?
I was currently trapped, his strong arms holding me captive.
His grip on me loosened just slightly and I took the opportunity to push away from him.
I didn't get far when he caught up to me, yanking my arms but at the last moment, he lost his balance dragging me down with him to fall on the couch. Trapped beneath him and the couch. His lips descended on mine the next moment before I could catch my breath from the fall.
His tongue moved aggressively. DEMANDING. like a starved man dying of thirst, and I was his only relief. He didn't stop until he completely sucked out the oxygen out of my lungs, leaving my insides burning and craving for much-needed air. his fingers traveled to squeeze my breast through the material of my clothes.
A breathless whimper escaped my mouth, as much as I needed air I felt something....a hot pool of feverish need building up inside of me. Starting from my lower stomach to spread across my whole body.
He suddenly my lip hard enough to draw out blood and I cried out at the pain.
"Even taste you....."
He nipped at the spot slowly as if trying to soothe the pain he'd caused.
His palms slid into my T-shirt to shred it off as though it was nothing, the rest of my clothes followed moments later.
"So beautiful.." he mumbled grabbing a fistful of my hair, his tongue feasted on my neck before taking one of my swollen nipples in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth he feasted on it until it was wet and puckered.
An unwilling moan escaped my lips, I meant to push him away but I could only manage to arch my back against him.
He was beyond intoxicated, that could only explain why he thought this was a dream, then why was he still so strong?
"I tried to let you go, then why do you still appear in my head again.. and again. ..do you know how much I need ....it's so damn hard " he rasped out in a strained voice.
The next moment whatever gentleness he had was gone, his touch became Hard. Rough and Demanding.
I heard the sound of a zipper a few seconds before he nudged my thighs apart with his knees.
He was going to...
I closed my eyes tightly, a tear escaping past my cheeks and it wasn't because I wanted to getaway.
It was because I realized how much I also wanted him to.
My body still recognized his touch and reacted to it. And didn't want him to stop.
I wanted this...
No, I needed this like my next breath of fresh air.
I succumbed to it, I'll allow myself to be weak just this once. Allow me to drift away in his darkness.
His thrust came without warning, I had forgotten how huge he was. He filled me up completely, his hot breath blasted my shoulders as he panted and grunted with each even thrust.
My nails dug into his shoulders as I clenched around him with a shuddering cry, I collapsed with the intensity of my orgasm.
For a moment his thrusts intensified, becoming painful, each hard stroke felt like he was marking my insides.
Dominating me all over again.
Then suddenly he was done, his hot seed coated my insides, into my deepest depth. He grunted he thrusts a few more times before he collapsed on top of me.
I knew that he was out. The rhythm of his breathing changed.
I lay beneath him still panting to catch my breath
He trapped me completely with his bodyweight not to mention that he was still inside me, even unconscious his arms were still wrapped firmly around me.
I closed my eyes for the briefest moment as regret began to build its way inside my every fiber, forming a deep dark pit inside of me, threatening to choke me up from the insides.
The corners of my eyes burned as I sobbed against his chest.
What was wrong with me?.
