Chapter 13

Emily

Psychosis.

The moment where one lost his or her mind. Or more tragically and clinically put, a collection of symptoms that affected the mind, a break with reality. That had to be what I was experiencing.

But the moment he plunged his long, thick cock into my pussy, I was lost, hopeless to react in any other way but clinging to his shoulder. I dug my fingernails into his skin, holding on as if for dear life.

He was gentle at first, other than the initial brutal thrust, taking his time to pull out and slide into me again, ensuring I was wet and ready. Hot and bothered. The way he was staring into my eyes, still unblinking as he unleashed his beast was almost as powerful as the man. I found myself unable to look away, fearful I'd miss something.

Or that he'd drop me in another cage of some kind. My mind was a complete blur as my pussy muscles clamped and released, pulling him in even deeper. It was crazy hot, the sensations even more electrified than before, pulling me from the nightmare I'd felt into another moment of pure nirvana.

Nothing seemed real yet with every stroke going deeper and deeper into my core, I was pulled into a crazy abyss of his making. Everything was spiraling out of control, including my perception of right and wrong.

Good and bad.

But the crazy electricity and connection we shared refused to be denied. I wasn't pushing him away; I was clinging to him, pulling him even closer.

His silence was odd, as was the penetrating look that never left him, but I continued to be swept up in his crazed world. The force he was using drove the headboard against the wall, but I doubted it mattered to him if any damage was created from his roughness. I raked my nails over his shoulder to his back, wanting nothing more than to draw blood.

Another grin crossing his face, he pulled first one of my legs around his hips then the other. "Take out your aggressions on me, baby girl. Fucking scratch the hell out of me."

I was startled by his demand, the look in his eyes darkening even more. The iciness in his insanely gorgeous blue eyes was telling.

The man had no soul. Of that I was certain.

"Scratch me. Do it!"

I wanted to revolt but I did as I was told, raking nails from one hand down the length of his back then the other. I sensed how much he craved the pain, his entire face lighting up. He thrust even harder, pushing me into wave after wave of pure ecstasy. It was crazy and sickening, but I was pushed into the kind of pleasure few people ever experienced in their lives.

While I kept my hold on him, I couldn't concentrate any longer, the vibrant images of the night he'd entered my room a total aphrodisiac. How was that possible? My stalker, the man who'd killed my best friend's boyfriend and the one who'd left me flowers on two separate occasions was becoming someone I longed for.

An obsession like I was to him.

No. No. Oh, hell, no. I wasn't going to fall into some Stockholm syndrome. Even my worthless father had warned me of that. How had he become such an expert?

Because he's a heinous criminal just like the man fucking you into submission.

The thick cords in his neck captured my attention, the man so built, so muscular that he could do anything he wanted with me and I'd have no recourse. I pressed my knees against him, drunk off the intensity of his musky yet toxic scent. I was so lightheaded, incapable of thinking about anything but the raw bliss.

As another orgasm powered into my overheated core, I did what I could to shut it down.

But as had occurred before, it was no use.

The man's control over me was growing, fracturing my resistance in a way I could no longer avoid.

"Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh." My moans were automatic, obviously pleasing him more than they'd done before. Now he thrust with so much force the breath was knocked out of me. I gasped for air, unable to fill my lungs as one climax pulsed into another, keeping every inch quivering. I lolled my head, trying to block out the sensations but it was no use.

He'd awakened something as dark and deep seated as I knew existed within him.

When I started to float down from the rafters, he pulled all the way out, rubbing the tip of his cock around my bellybutton. As before, I couldn't seem to take my eyes off him. It was ridiculous, his actions something that should continue to repulse me but that wasn't the case. It was so intimate, so ripped with passion that focusing or thinking was impossible.

I didn't fight him at all when he flipped me over onto all fours. The power he had over me, the crazy domination that I'd wanted to hate was just as rattling as all the strange thoughts tearing through my mind. I had to find the strength to fight him and his unwanted effects. Somehow.

Some way.

When he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, I was once again reminded that he was nothing but a brutal thug.

And I was simply his prey.

"Now, I take that sweet ass of yours."

Talon was a horrible man, slapping his shaft against my aching bottom several times. But his hunger was too great, maybe three seconds later driving at least half of his long, thick cock into my dark hole.

The pain was enough I couldn't make a single sound, but the rapid thudding of my heart managed to echo in my ears. As another rush of adrenaline catapulted into me, every muscle clenching from the invasion, all I could do was issue a scattered, unrecognizable cry.

"Relax, baby girl. The agony will ease, the rapture unlike anything you've ever felt." His deep voice was even more penetrating than before, pushing me into a strange plateau, the volley of sounds and lights flickering in front of me keeping me off guard. He kept his fingers wrapped around my neck, holding me in place. I couldn't move, his hold that powerful. While I had no idea how he'd gotten so strong, I had a feeling he was as regimented with his exercise routines as he was everything else.

Including fucking me like a wild animal.

He lifted his torso, every sound he made more terrifying than the one before. I couldn't be certain the man wasn't having some kind of heart attack. What did I care? That could make it easier to find my way home.

If he hadn't killed everyone I knew.

Oh, God. I hadn't thought about that possibility. It had never crossed my mind. The rude awakening finally pulled me out of the twisted vacuum, and I suddenly started fighting with everything I had to get out of his clutches.

"What the fuck?" His deep growl was full of shock and perhaps awe, his hand slipping from around my neck.

That was the break I needed, scrambling off the bed with lightning speed, racing toward the door, even slamming it shut as if that would hinder him in the least. I did what I could to power down the stairs, but my legs continued to be like noodles, preventing me from the kind of speed I used to possess.

"Em-i-ly!" he bellowed from maybe two feet behind me, the sound like a crazed savage in the wild.

While I didn't stop, I could swear I felt the explosive heat of his presence and his breath. All he had to do was wrap his arm around me, lifting me off the stairs by several feet and I knew that I'd crossed the kind of line that could damn me.

My legs and arms were flailing as he growled, the guttural sound more terrifying than anything to date. Even worse, being held up, feeling his barbaric strength had me even wetter than before.

As if in slow motion, he pitched me over the arm of a couch, knocking the breath from me.

"If you want to act like an animal then you'll be fucked like one," he said softly, so quietly that I had to strain to hear his words. He pushed my head into the plush material while driving the tip of his cock back into my asshole.

There was nothing gentle about the way he took me this time, the rush of anguish stealing my breath as he plunged every inch deep inside. My muscles struggled to accept his massive cock and I clawed my fingernails on the couch.

"Oh, God. Oh, no. You're so…"

"Say it, baby girl. A monster? I love it when you call me that. It makes me feel so special."

The man was crazier than I thought. I was pushed and yanked back as he fucked my ass, the pain finally subsiding, the bastard right about the pleasure surpassing anything I'd ever known. That didn't matter. I couldn't enjoy this. It would be sick if I did.

"Come on, indulge me, baby."

"Fuck you," I told him in answer.

"No, I'm fucking you, which I will do every. Single. Day."

Where I was still all over, he was perfectly relaxed, enjoying every moment of my fruitless act. I closed my eyes, trying to will my mind to somewhere else, maybe a beautiful tropical island. Sadly, there was no getting away from him. He was omnipotent.

All I could do was pant, beads of perspiration trickling down from my forehead, trying to ignore the constant rushes of pleasure. It didn't make any sense yet here I was, feeling euphoric.

The moment he tensed a tiny bit, I did what I could to make the horrible moment stop. I squeezed my muscles, gritting my teeth in the process. And by God, it worked, the man losing his control. As he erupted deep inside, every agonizing sound he made was that of a wounded animal.

Something terrible had indeed happened to him, but all I could think about was praying to God I could make that period of his life recur. I would learn his weaknesses as he'd done with mine.

And I would use everything I learned against him.

When he was done, he jerked back as if we were on fire, his heavy breathing almost as if intentional. I slowly turned my head so I could peer over my shoulder, fighting the fear and sickening anxiety that had pretty much crippled me. His eyes were closed, his handsome face pinched as if lost in a terrible memory. Even the way his eyes were darting back and forth behind his closed eyelids was odd, as if he was in deep REM sleep.

I wanted to bolt away but I had a feeling he'd punish me in a way that had nothing to do with providing even a second's worth of ecstasy. I'd need to plan more carefully.

He finally opened his eyes, dropping his head beseechingly slowly. As a grin crossed his face, he pointed his index finger at me, shaking his head and rolling the tip down the bridge of my nose. "Such a bad girl. Nice try though. I'll give you credit for that, but as you might imagine, I can't allow your act of defiance to go without punishment."

When he stood, I felt tinier than I had in my entire life. He squared his broad shoulders then slipped his arm under my waist. This time as he climbed back up the last of the stairs, he carried me as he would some small infant, finding no difficulties in keeping me against his side.

As I'd expected, he dumped me back into the room on the bed, yanking the covers over me. He never released his hold, even taking the time to brush his hand over my shoulder and down my arm before lifting my wrist. "Bad girls aren't allowed privileges." When he snapped the handcuff around my wrist, I immediately reacted, trying to punch him with my other hand. But exactly as had occurred before, he was far too quick, slamming my free arm against the pillow, the pressure enough to make me cringe.

But I refused to cry out, instead hissing.

"While I value and even appreciate a woman with spunk, you will either stop fighting me every step of the way or I'll destroy everything and everyone you consider precious to you."

"How do I know you haven't already killed them, like my father?"

His eyes flashed in an emotion I couldn't read. When he let go of my arm, he took a single step away, yet kept peering down at me as if watching an animal in a cage at the zoo.

"Ask yourself this, Emily. With as reprehensible as your father has been, as demanding and insufferable and as violent to those around him, would you really care if I ended his miserable life?"

I was ready to spout off obscenities and words of love for my dad when I realized just how hypocritical that would be.

There was something even more vile about the smile crossing his face. "You and I are very much alike, baby girl. We were drawn together for a reason. Together, we will be unstoppable. Get some rest."

Talon did nothing more than walk toward the door, grabbing his clothes in the process. Once inside the doorway, he shifted his heated gaze toward me one last time before flicking off the light.

And as he left me in utter darkness, closing the door behind him, I was even sicker inside, more repulsed than I'd ever been.

Because of how much I wanted him, and how much I hated my dad.