Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
I could find out by walking next door.
Again, I drift my gaze to my boots and then the door. With a frustrated sigh, I pull the covers back over my face.
When I start to fall asleep, my thoughts are chaotic, showing me horrific images of what our baby might look like when it comes out. I even dream about Mom handing Michael a knife so he can “take care of it.”
In and out of dreamland, I confuse what’s real and what isn’t. Several times I wake up sweating and in a panic, only to realize I’m not holding Stacey’s blue baby. The dreams always tug me back, chasing away reality and giving me graphic, bold images that make me sick.
Logan keeps trying to enter my dreams, but I’m too focused on Raegan. Raegan’s pregnancy. Raegan’s delivery. Our baby. Ryder. My angry parents.
Eventually, Logan muscles his way into my dream. His voice whispers harshly, breath tickling over my face.
“I’ve missed you, pet.”
I whimper and cry, wishing I could go back to the dreams with my family. Like in the past, Logan dominates me, his weight crushing me, reminding me that he’ll always win.
“No,” I plead, my throat brittle and dry. “Please.”
His hand covers my mouth. “I love watching you beg.”
Awareness trickles in. Wind blowing outside. Heat from the fireplace. The weight of another person on top of me.
Popping open my eyes, I stare down the monster from my nightmares.
But it’s real.
He’s real.
Oh, God, no.
His eyes are wilder than I remember and his beard has grown out, making him look scraggly. A beanie is pulled down over his eyebrows. He grins at me once he understands I’ve finally come to.
Logan isn’t dead.
I stabbed him in the ear with a stick and shot him with my rifle, but he didn’t die. He somehow survived, found his way back here, and intends to finish what he started.
Ruining me.
It was always his end goal.
His little pet to train and scold and beat until I either gave in or died fighting.
“You ran away from me,” he growls, hand still clamped over my mouth. “I was very sad and disappointed.”
His eyes flash with a storm of rage and violence. I flinch at the evilness staring back at me. I’m going to die. In my brother’s bed. Alone.
Well, not all alone.
Logan will be here.
He slides off to my side and roams his free hand down my front. I sob behind his hand when he roughly touches my cock through my boxers. His touch doesn’t arouse me. It terrifies the hell out of me.
I’m thrust to the past when he forced his way inside me.
How he ripped tender parts as he took and took and took.
I gag, knowing the fate that awaits me.
“I’m going to let go of your mouth,” Logan warns, “and if you cry or scream for help, I’ll stab every goddamn one of them next door while they sleep. Their deaths will be on your hands. Is that what you want, pet? To be complicit in their murders?”
Tears silently roll down and I shake my head in vehemence. Almost everyone I love is next door. If he were to kill them all, there’s no point in me living at all.
He pulls his palm from my mouth, eyes narrowed as he waits for me to make a sound. I clamp down, pressing my lips together, and squeeze my eyes shut so I don’t have to see him.
“I missed your tight little hole, pet.”
A sob crawls up my throat, but I swallow it down, refusing to be the reason my family dies. I can feel his calloused fingers digging into my stomach as he latches onto my boxers and pulls them down. With superior strength, he flips me onto my stomach and spits onto my ass crack. The entire bed quivers with my silent sobbing. I can hear him fumbling with his belt. The jangling of the buckle lets me know it’s almost time for severe pain.
“Did you keep your hole safe for me?” he rumbles, pulling my ass cheeks apart. “Or did you let your brother fuck it?” He spits again, the wad landing on my asshole. “I watched the three of you last night through the window. Don’t they know you belong to me, pet?”
His rough thumb rubs his spit over my asshole and I brace myself for the pain.
It’s coming.
Inevitable and mighty.
Maybe this time I’ll die from it.
An animal roars nearby.
Is it Logan? Is he eager to claim me once and for all?
The beast has entered the cabin with us. I can still hear its thunderous roaring. The icy sting of the air sweeps in, chilling my backside.
Is it a bear? A wolf? Will it eat us both?
I can only hope.
Logan’s grip on my ass disappears. A thud to my left has me turning my head, peeking to see what the creature is. Logan is on his ass, jeans and boxers pulled down his thighs, staring up at the beast with absolute fear in his eyes.