Chapter 2

2

I t felt good.

Warm wetness between my legs, something thick and soft pushing into my body. I gyrated my hips, seeking more of that sensation, knowing if it continued, I’d fall over the edge.

I woke up with a gasp, my hand between my thighs, my pussy soaked as I had a finger lodged inside my body.

I wanted to say I didn’t know what woke me, but as I pulled my hand free, my fingers drenched from my wetness, I didn’t have to wonder for long.

As I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, I tried to catch my breath and ease my heart rate. The curtains were partially open, and because of the streetlight across the road, I could see the whipping snow of the storm that still hadn’t let up.

I turned my head and looked at the clock on my bedside table. Three in the morning. I pushed myself up and glanced around, and although the room was still and quiet, I still felt this weird sensation settle over me.

I hadn’t been able to fall asleep as quickly as I hoped once I turned in for the night, that weird, eerie sense of being watched still crawling along my arms and legs. But when exhaustion settled in deep, I finally lost consciousness only to wake up just now like I was in heat.

I chuckled as I’d gone from one side of the spectrum to the opposite end. But it was when my skin prickled and the hair on my arms stood on end that my laughter faded. My heart raced, and my mouth went dry.

I sat there for a moment and just listened. I couldn’t hear anything but the storm raging outside and the small fan on my bedside table that created white noise. I reached over and shut it off. Then I just listened.

After sitting there for a moment, I finally got up, used the bathroom, and washed my hands, leaving my wet panties on the floor by the toilet. I’d deal with them and the rest of my laundry tomorrow. I shut off the light and just stood in the doorway of my en suite looking into my bedroom. My comforter and sheets were a messy pile in the center of the mattress, but other than that, everything looked normal.

I closed my eyes and exhaled before rubbing them, and although it was way too early in the morning, I didn’t know if I’d be able to go back to sleep. I felt too wired. I sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed my cell phone.

I’d gotten a text from my mom, dad, and sister earlier in the night stating they’d gotten home okay. I’d gotten one from Oli, as well, stating he was safe. So if my family was all right, I wasn’t sure where this uneasiness was coming from.

I set my phone back on the bedside table, looked out the window for a couple more seconds, and was about to lie back down when the sound of my shower curtain moving along its rod made me freeze. I closed my eyes, telling myself it was just my imagination, when suddenly a floorboard creaked behind me causing me to hold my breath.

Although I had my eyes closed and refused to so much as breathe, I couldn’t hear anything aside from how fast my heart was beating. Even the storm seemed to muffle with my surge of adrenaline and fear.

I wasn’t alone, and now it made sense why I felt so off.

I’d known I wasn’t by myself.

“I’ve been watching you sleep all night.” The deep voice came from behind me, low and scratchy. “Watched you touch yourself. I wonder what you were dreaming of, little girl.”

I closed my eyes and tried to stay calm.

“Wanted to go to you and spread your thighs, take your pussy in my mouth, and get you off. It would have turned me on so fucking much. Making you come without you even knowing I was doing it makes my cock throb.”

Still, I didn’t move, but I was panting now, my hands curled into tight fists in my lap, my mind working overtime as I thought about how I could escape, how I should make a run for the door while he was on the other side of my bed. I’d have a tiny head start with the wooden frame and soft mattress between him and my escape route, me with a straight shot.

I slowly curled my hands into tight fists at my side, but instead of bolting forward, I turned and faced the man in my bedroom. At first, I couldn’t see much. There was too much panic welling in me. I felt frantic, couldn’t take in the littlest details.

But then I spotted him in the corner of the room between my bathroom and the window wearing all black and a glowing neon facemask. The mask was reminiscent of something out of a horror movie in which a group of sadists went around killing people. Neon X’s marked out his eyes, and a grotesque grin shaped the mouth.

For long moments, neither of us spoke. I was pretty sure I was the only one breathing. I looked at my bedroom door out the corner of my eye, not wanting to show him what I was planning by moving my head.

“Go on, little girl. Make a run for it. I want to chase you.”

It was when he chuckled that I darted for the door, gripped the handle, and tore it open. I ran out and was about to hit the staircase and sprint downstairs when I felt his hand wrap around my ponytail and yank me back against his chest.

He laughed deeper, harder, and dragged me back to the room, kicking and screaming.

I didn’t want this… but oh my God, what was this feeling between my thighs? A tingling. A warmth.

An intense wrongness.

We were back in my room, and he slammed the door shut, pressed my back to it, and towered over me in that terrifying neon mask.

Long seconds passed in which he didn’t speak, just stared at me. I couldn’t see much through the darkness of the room and the shadows crowding us. His mask, although lit, was dim and not overpowering. Just enough to see between the two of us.

It was petrifying.

He dragged out a knife and held it in front of me. I felt my eyes widen and pressed my back to the door, my palms flat against the cool, hard wood.

“Don’t move,” he cooed and lifted that knife right to my throat, pressing the tip to my neck. “I might cut you if you do.”

I shivered and closed my eyes, the blade cold but warming from my body heat.

“But if I’m being honest, little girl, I want to slice this pretty flesh and watch it turn red with your blood.”

And when I felt his hand between my thighs, a soft sound left me, one that humiliated me because it wasn’t just of fear.

This is wrong. God, this is so wrong, but it feels so good.

I was sick and twisted getting off on the way this masked intruder touched me. His breathing was hard as he dug his knife into my throat a little more, pulling a moan from me.

He slid the blade down, and I gasped at how the sting from it told me he was actually cutting my skin as he made his way to my nightshirt. He tore through it easily until it was hanging open from my shoulders.

“Stop this,” I said, and he laughed before thrusting his fingers between my legs. I’d taken off my panties when I went to the bathroom mere minutes ago after waking up soaked from my dream, right before this intruder shocked me by stepping out from behind my shower curtain. So now, he touched against bare, slick flesh.

He leaned in and said against my ear, his words muffled by the mask, “Dirty, fucking liar. Your cunt is soaked for me.” He laughed again, and the sound was harsh as it moved along my body… like his knife just had.

“I’m sick,” I whispered.

“Mmm. It makes me so fucking hard that you hate that this turns you on.” He pulled back, towering over me in that eerie mask. “Let’s see how much more I can make you hate yourself.”

I cried out when he used his body to shove me against the door hard enough my head slammed back against it. My pussy was humiliatingly wet, my juices slipping down my inner thighs.

Putting his knife away, he now had his hand wrapped tightly around my throat as he pressed his lower half against me, letting me feel how hard and big he was. And when he tightened his hold on my throat, cutting off my air supply, I clawed at his fingers.

I could still breathe, but it was clear he wanted me to know—painfully so—that he had all the control and could crush my windpipe without a thought. With little strength at all.

“You know what I want?” He whispered those words against my ear, his breathing harsh.

I didn’t respond and not because I could barely breathe. But because I knew the answer already.

“I want your body. I want to use it in any way I see fit.” He pulled back and looked at me. “And you’re going to let me, even though you’ll hate how good it makes you feel.” He ground his cock against my belly again. “I want you to fucking hate to love it.”

He had his face at the side of my throat, and through the mask, I heard him inhale.

“Spread your legs.”

I shook my head but was already inching them open, not wanting to push him to really hurt me. I wasn’t moving fast enough, though, because, a moment later, he had his foot wedged between mine and kicked my thighs apart with his knee. I teetered from the sudden force, but his hand on my throat kept me in place.

“Slide your hand between your thighs,” he said in a deep and menacing voice. He was looking at me then, and I wanted to just shove that stupid fucking mask off. “Do it now, or I’m gonna really make you hate what I have planned, little girl.”