It’s new, slightly spooked, slightly apprehensive, but it couldn’t be any more true. Real. Powerful.
He’s a force to be reckoned with and I’m right in his path. I finally accept that, even if I’ll never accept the reason why he’s so obsessed with me.
Or more like, I don’t understand it.
He offers no explanation or excuses so that I can see his point of view.
As he stares in the direction of the shattered window, I slip out of his hold, all but jumping back like a scared kitten.
I overestimate my ability to remain standing. My legs are like Jell-O from all the adrenaline and I have to grip the table for balance.
Jeremy pushes up to a standing position, and a ripple of fear rushes through me and locks my limbs. No matter how courageous I try to be, this man is still the most intimidating force of nature I’ve ever encountered.
Especially when his features are closed off and he’s risen to his full height.
“Are you going to run, Cecily?”
I bob my head up and down.
A sadistic gleam illuminates his usually dark eyes. “You sure about that? I won’t take it easy on you.”
“When have you ever?”
“True that.” He steps toward me and I take several back as his voice lowers, deepens, and crowds with tension. “I won’t give you a head start.”
Not thinking about the consequences of my choice, I run. All I know is that this option is better than a game of death.
The adrenaline from earlier rushes through my limbs and I climb the stairs that lead to the first floor. At first, I don’t hear him, and I think maybe I’m faster due to the superhuman energy that I gained tonight.
But then a thud of steps follows after me and I shriek when I feel his overwhelming presence behind me. I grab a fake plant and throw it at him.
But he dodges it and the pot crashes to the floor.
Blimey!
If I stay in the house, I’m going to get myself trapped. In a snap decision, I slip from between the stairs’ wide railings and jump.
My legs take a hit, but it barely hurts under the circumstances. I roll down on the ground, then leap to my feet and sprint without looking back.
I pause at the threshold of the kitchen door, casting a glance at where I threw the gun.
Only, it’s not there.
I don’t hear any footsteps or sounds.
The next second, a fistful of my hair is grabbed from behind. I shriek, clutching his hand to stop him from tearing at my scalp.
“Caught you.” His hotly murmured words drive me into a state of madness.
I claw at his skin, kick, and bite. Or try to. Most of my attempts end up an epic failure.
He’s a beast who’s come out to play and I’m his prey of choice.
He shoves me against the porch railing, pressing my stomach into the wood.
My hair nearly rips out from the savage hold he has on me and I can feel him bending down behind me.
From the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of him grabbing a shard of glass. Before I can panic, he releases my hair, grasps a fistful of my jeans, and cuts them from behind.
Crimson red explodes on his palm from the glass and drips all over my thighs—warm, dark red, and absolutely fucked up.
But he doesn’t seem to care about that as he shreds my shirt, bra, and underwear so that I’m standing there completely naked.
Then he spins me around to face him and switches the red piece of glass from his injured palm to the other one.
I watch in stunned shock as he slides his bloodied fingers from my hip to my stomach, my breasts, coating them in red before he wraps them around my throat.
My eyes bulge even though he’s not exerting force. “W-what…”
“Shh.” He runs the shard of glass over the tip of my nipple. “Are you scared?”
I nod. Scared is an epic understatement. This man is crazy. The calm type of crazy, which is the most dangerous type.
“Good. I love how your cunt feels when you’re scared. It tightens and swallows my cock like my favorite slut, but first…” He releases my throat and reaches in his waistband, then pulls out his gun. The same gun I threw away earlier. “We’re not done.”
He slides it in his mouth, licks it, and I gasp when he glides it between my inner thighs, over my folds, and then drives it inside my pussy.
I’m soaking wet from the chase, from how he savagely caught me and shred my clothes off me, but I’m not ready for a gun inside me.
The metal feels cold as it’s swallowed by my walls, but then he thrusts it in, and I get on my tiptoes.
A carnal sensation grips hold of me the more he rams the weapon inside me. My skin tightens, my thighs clench, and my nipples pucker and stiffen.