Chapter 20

After a night with Blush, filled with laughter and drinks, I return to my trailer, feeling lighter and more at ease. Unlocking the door, I smile to myself, grateful for the fun I had.

The darkness inside welcomes me as I lock the door behind me, and I shrug off my jacket as I head straight for the bedroom. The moonlight filters through the shutters, casting a glow on Eli's figure in bed and he has his back is to me, snoring heavily as usual. I don't care about his presence tonight—I just need the comfort of the bed. Stripping down to my long, baggy t-shirt and panties, I drunkenly attempt to be quiet, gently pulling back the duvet and slipping under it.

I lie on my back, staring up at the ceiling as the room spins slightly from the alcohol. While the night deepens, my thoughts wander back to Hell and the memory of his heated gaze on me tonight. The way he watched me, was as if he could see right through me, stripping away all of my clothes with his enigmatic eyes. God, I can't wait for him to fuck me. The thought of how he will feel deep inside my pussy. How much pleasure and pain we could ignite. Oh, how things have changed just by him taking me in those goddamn woods like he did. It set something unstoppable inside of me.

In the quiet of the night, with Eli's snores filling the room, I find myself giving in to the pull of my fantasies and I imagine Hell's touch, his hands on my body, his lips on mine. The thought of our bodies entwined sends a wave of heat through me.

Suddenly, I feel a gust of cold air strike my exposed leg and my dazed eyes slowly open. Swirling, glowing eyes meet mine, hovering ominously above me, and my heart skips a beat, but before I can react, something is stuck over my mouth. As his hand wraps around my throat, my head tilts back involuntarily, and I realize it's duct tape sealing my lips.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up," he whispers close to my face with a harsh, threatening rasp. My heart pounds in my chest, each beat a frantic reminder of the unsettling situation and with Eli sleeping just beside me, makes it all the more intense. Hell's grip on my throat loosens, and I raise my head, watching his tall, shadowy figure move to the end of the bed.

He reaches over, grabbing my legs, his touch firm as he starts to slowly drag me down the bed and panic surges through me, my body stiffening. My mind races, trying to comprehend how I can stop him. As he pulls me further, the bedsheets rustle, but the tape on my mouth muffles any sound I might make. When I am close to him, I glance up at Eli, but luckily he is still sound asleep, his snores uninterrupted, yet the thought of what Hell might do fills me with dread. The idea of this happening right beside Eli is so fucking wrong. Hell's presence is overwhelming, his eyes burning with an intensity that makes it clear he intends to have his way with me, regardless of the circumstances.

The room feels charged with an electric tension as my wide eyes watch him calmly take off his leather jacket, then lift his hoodie over his head, discarding both items onto the floor.

The moonlight filters through the shutters, shining rays on his ripped body. His spiralling tattoos seem to writhe with each movement, and he ruffles his curly, black hair with his fingers, letting it fall just enough to shadow his glowing gaze.

My chest heaves with a strange mixture of worry and undeniable arousal as he takes a step forward, eyes locked onto mine. He places his hands on my knees, spreading them wide apart before kneeling softly between them.

I hold my hand out with a head shake in protest, but Hell merely catches it and pins it to the bed with a firm grip. He moves closer, his body pressing on top of mine and my breathing quickens, the heat radiating from him, his weight and size in comparison to mine, sets my pussy on fire. I can't fucking help it.

With his breath hot against my ear, his growing cock presses firmly against my core as he flexes his hips and instinctively, my legs lock around him, pulling him even closer.

"If even so much as a peep escapes your pretty fucking lips, waking him up while I am violating and brutalizing your tight cunt, I'll kill him and still unleash havoc on your beautiful body, but instead, in a pool of his spilled blood," he says in a dangerous whisper.

I turn my head quickly, my eyes expanded as he lifts his head to meet mine. I feel his calm gaze scanning my panicked face before he rises slowly.