Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
“Mmm,” I hummed softly. My dark desire tried to surge up and take control once more, but I pushed the demon back with a vengeance.
I shifted, pressing myself against her, my cock rock hard, even after just coming. My twisted arousal was growing to a fever pitch all over again. She felt too good, too perfect. The way her body fit against mine was maddening. Meant for me in all ways.
I swallowed hard, trying to quell the urge to take her, to wake her up, spread her legs, and slide my thick cock deep in her pretty cunt. My self-control was thankfully like an iron fucking wall this time.
I lay there, holding her, every muscle in my body tense with my desire, knowing that soon enough Dolly would be mine completely.
And I wouldn’t ever have to hold back.
15
DOLLY
Iwoke up with the remnants of restful sleep clinging to me like a weighted blanket. I didn't want to get up, not when I knew exactly where I was and what my future looked like. And although I was unsure of so much, for the first time since this entire situation began, I felt rested. I felt… good. Physically, at least.
So I lay there for several moments, just listening to the sound of birds chirping outside and staring at the strip of light that filtered through the old curtain.
But I knew I couldn’t hide in here forever. The truth was I didn’t want to. I needed fresh air. I needed to feel the sun on my face and the wind in my hair. As I stretched under the sheets and then pushed myself up, about to swing my legs over the edge of the mattress, something caught my eye.
At first, I didn't know what I was looking at. It was a small spot on the floor near the bed, dried and white. I noticed more markings on the sheets, and the longer I looked at it, the harder my heart stuttered.
A knot formed in my stomach as realization crept in, dread spreading through me like ice. I glanced behind me at the closed bedroom door, then back at the spot beside me. The second pillow was indented, and when I ran my fingers over the sheets, I snatched my hand away and gasped.
They were warm.
I bit my lip, trying to steady my breath, my mind racing unsure of what to think or even do. But I knew deep down that whatever happened while I slept was anything but innocent.
God, I thought. I knew what had happened. Lars had jerked off while I slept, and then he slipped into bed and slept beside me all night. And I had been completely unaware.
A part of me wanted to be disgusted. I wanted to feel nothing but revulsion consuming me because what other sensations would a normal, rational person have? But I didn’t. I felt neither of those things. In fact, I felt…. No. If I didn’t acknowledge the wicked feelings starting to fill me up, then maybe I could still hold on to a modicum of my sanity.
But maybe I’m not sane? Maybe I’m meant to be here because I’m just as fucked up as he is.
I moved to the end of the bed and left my legs hanging over the mattress, my shoes I’d slept in not quite reaching the floor, just trying to settle myself from the inside out and allow my thoughts to straighten as well.
I thought I’d been dreaming. I remembered feeling warm and safe… and most definitely not alone. Memories of arms wrapping around me and pulling me in close had felt so real.
Because it was.
But when I woke up, I was alone, yet his phantom touch was a scar on my body.
The thought of Lars holding me all night made me shiver but not entirely from fear.
And that scared me more than anything else.
I heard the door creak open and looked over my shoulder. I didn't know if my lack of immediate anxiety was something I should be concerned with. My mind was still whirling with thoughts of what went on while I was asleep, but I forced myself to focus as Lars stepped into the room.
Of course, his presence loomed with ominous intent.
He said nothing at first, just watched me, his gaze unsettling as he scanned every inch he could see of me. I didn't miss how his gaze flickered to the side of the bed where I knew he slept all night. But he didn’t look toward the mess he made, and I felt my face heat as I pictured how he probably looked jerking off while I slept unaware.
Now, my anxiety started to rise, and I clutched the blanket next to my hip, unsure of what was coming next as I continued to watch him over my shoulder. But I was surprised when he stepped inside and pushed the door fully open, implying he wanted me to step out of it.