Chapter 19

Chapter Nineteen

Rory

I feel the rush of his seed splash inside of me. There’s so much it leaks out of the seal we’ve made with our locked bodies. When he finally slides out of me, he stares down at his dick which is ringed with a coating of cum and blood.

“Just like I wanted it to be.”

It is.

“You…you’ve done this before?”

“Sex. Yes, unfortunately, I was stupid and didn’t wait like I should have. But that doesn’t mean this was just some meaningless sex, Rory.”

“No! I meant…you have a…a kink about that.” I wave my hands at his cock before raising my eyes to his again. “You like taking virgins so you can look at...it.”

“I’ve never been with a virgin before, baby. You’re my first…and my last.”

Did I kill his kink? Was it so awful he never wants to have to go through it again?

He rolls onto me again staring me in the eyes.

“I plan to keep you, Aurora. You’re mine just like I’m yours. Don’t even try to pretend this isn’t what it is, princess. We didn’t just have sex…we made love…in our bed…in our home.”

His words have a gasp jerking from me. Does he…?

“Ben! Rory! Where are you two?”

“Oh my God!” My eyes grow huge at the same time his narrow. “It’s your mother!”

“Fucking Te! Couldn’t keep her mouth shut. I am so getting her back.” He gives me one soul-stirring kiss before he stands up and grabs his pants. “You stay here as long as you need to, princess. I’ll head her off and buy you some time.”

He turns as he opens the door, “Don’t think this conversation is done, sweet girl! Things need to be decided. Quickly.”

What? What things? What does he mean?

I flop back on the bed and hear Bennet and his mom in the hall, “Where is she?”

“She’s still napping, mom.”

“Oh!” She titters before their voices grow farther and farther away.

There was so much in that simple syllable. And what is Bennet telling her? I try to move as quickly as I can but it feels like I did a week of Barre exercises with a two-by-four between my legs. When I come out, Missy is gone and so is Bennet. And he didn’t even say goodbye.

“He got a call about the house from his partner and started rushing out the door, but he did tell me to tell you that he’ll be back, and you better be in his bed.”

I jump when Te starts speaking behind me.

“Is he at the house?”

“Um, I’m not really sure but he definitely thought it was important enough that he practically ran out of here, without even kissing you when he left.”

“What?”

“Oh, come on, Rory. Me and mom both know you and Ben are together -finally- and we both approve. So, there’s no need to pretend or worry. We've been trying to get you two together ever since you came home.”

Her words shock me, “But, Te, what if…?”

“What if, what if? There are hundreds of ‘what if’s, Rory. But there are also ‘what can be’s and those are the things you should be focusing on. Ben…loves you, Rory. He’s never been like this before, all possessive and growly, soft and marshmellow-y in the middle. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him act like he acts around you. He beat a guy. That’s not like Ben at all.”

“I…I should buy new underwear?”

“Hell yeah! Let’s go shopping!”

“Oh shit, Te! My purse…it’s at the house still. I have to have my purse.”

“Okay, we can call Ben and…”

“You said he was probably already over there. And even if he’s not it isn’t like the place is a crime scene. My purse is right inside the front door. It would take like six seconds for me to unlock the door and stick just my arm inside before I shut the door and lock it back again.”

“It doesn’t sound like a good idea, Rory.”

“Come on. You can even bring your gun if it makes you feel better.”

“Alright, but as soon as we get there, I’m checking in with Ben.”

“Deal. Let’s get going, Te-Te.”

It doesn’t take us long to get to the house. Te stays in the car to make her call while I use my key to let myself in. I should have already installed an alarm, but things have been so crazy lately that it slipped my mind…until it was too late. Before I can grab my purse that is still sitting on the hall table a hand wraps around my mouth and I’m being dragged further into the house.

I should have just left the damned purse or come back with Bennet. Now, the phantom who already tried to kill me once has me and is taking me to the basement…a place I didn’t get around to checking since it looked dark and damp, and I couldn’t find a light switch.

The scent of mildew and dead hope assails my nose as I’m half dragged, half pushed down the stairs. Once we come to the bottom of the stairs, light floods a small area in the darkness along with a shit ton of gas cans and one lone chair.

I guess he failed choking me so now he’s going to try a new way.

“You should have just stayed away from this stupid fucking house, away from this town, away from all of it, but no! You had to come back! I knew you would! I knew you would come back here. This house, this fucking land, sinks into your blood and poisons you. It traps you until you can’t get away.”

Not a ghost! My phantom isn’t a ghost unless a ghost sweats profusely and talks out loud and has a limp -probably from that fall out of my stained glass window.

“It’s this damned house!” He all but howls it as he pushes me into the chair. I pop right back up again, pushing him and stomping on his foot -the hurt one. I take off running for the stairs but don’t get very far. He grabs me, spins me around, and smacks me across the face.

My ears ring as he drags me back with a surprising amount of strength. He starts tying my hands behind my back and my feet to the chair. And all I can think about is what I should have done, what I should have told Bennet. I should have told him…I love him!