Page 20 of Mania

But I don’t make it far.

He catches me by my shirt, shoving my back into the wall as he brackets me between two doors. Hazel’s room is so close, yet so far. The stranger’s hard body pushes against my own and my screams die in my throat, terrified and shaking.

He doesn’t say a word, his unnerving facelessness confusing when he presses a finger to my mouth as if to tell me to be quiet, the smell of his leather glove taking me back to the first time he appeared in my bathroom.

Was that yesterday?

Time is bleeding from one fear-soaked moment into another, and I’m slipping, slipping, slipping.

I freeze in his grasp, except for the shivers still racking my body due to my soaking wet clothes, my gaze glued to his face. Although I can’t see his eyes, it’s as if Ifeelthem, they burrow into me as if seeking me beyond just here and now.

My body inexplicably heats as I lose the urge to run, the curves of his facial features hypnotic, as if I can almost see his face … yet I see nothing but black. His body is pressed against me, and I feel the radiating heat of his skin through my wet clothes. I swallow hard, my mouth falling open as my tongue dips out and tastes the leather of his glove.

What the hell am I doing?

How can I possibly swing so fast from one emotion to the next? That’s a lie—the fear is still present. Except now it stokesa fire I was unaware was even smoldering inside of me. The flames lick down my veins and engulf me completely.

I must be going mad.

Cracked open and oozing.

My eyes dip to his broad chest, the white t-shirt straining against it, the black sheet pushed over his shoulder. His hand trails down my chin, then my neck as my eyes rove over the toned muscles of his arms. His hand flattens over my stomach. My gaze sweeps over the flat of his torso, his jeans low on his hips, the wide stance of his booted feet bracketing mine.

His free hand curls around my shoulder and gently pushes me back, pinning me to the wall while the other hand begins to move dangerously close to the elastic of my cotton shorts.

I’m frozen. My eyes lift back up and linger on his fingers moving down.

Down. Down. Down.

My core tightens, warm heat rushing down to meet his explorative touch as it slides under my shorts, and I realize then that I’m not wearing any underwear. His gloved fingers slip through my arousal and over my slit, my clit throbbing at the intrusion. I try to conceal the small mewl that escapes me when he pushes one large finger inside of me, but with the hand pinning me to the wall, he reaches up and pushes down on my chin, coaxing me to open my mouth.

As if demanding to let him hear my reactions.

The smooth feel of the leather sliding in and out of my pussy has me breaking out into goosebumps as I let my head drop back against the wall. I’m trembling. I can barely discern why—only that I don’t want him to stop. Not when it feels this good. Not when my mind empties with every thrust of his finger.

My self-control is holding on by a thread, and I’m not sure what makes it finally snap.

Isit the wet sound of my arousal against his fingers?

Or is it his veiled face grazing my burning cheek?

What if it’s the near certainty that I can feel his breath on my skin even with the sheet between us?

Whatever it is, it snaps, and my hands are on his hips, reaching for the button of his jeans, seeking to find my own personal rapture. His head tilts as if watching me. I turn desperate and fumble over his zipper as he pushes a second gloved finger inside of me.

I swear I hear him groan when I finally shove his jeans halfway down his ass, his cock springing out with the movement. Andohgod, it’s beautiful. It’s thick and long, the vein down his shaft throbbing,beggingfor my touch.

His entire demeanor changes as soon as my hand wraps around his cock and Isqueeze. His methodical movements turn erratic, and he slams a fist against the wall next to my head.

Pulling his fingers out of me, he tugs down my shorts and practically rips them off, barely giving me time to step out of them before he lifts me up with both hands under my ass. He sharply turns around and slams us into the opposite wall, his cock pushing against my entrance as his fingers now dig into the meat of my thighs.

Mindless with greedy arousal, I keep one arm around his shoulder and I grab the base of his cock with the other, letting my weight drop as he slowly enters me, stretching me open, and filling me up so completely that it hurts. It quickly turns into pleasure as he begins to fuck me against the wall.

“Oh fuck,”I moan breathlessly, bringing both arms up to circle his neck.

It shouldn’t feel this good. The sweet burn of his cock pummelling into me, his thrusts ruthless and ravaging. A doll—a plaything for what goes bump in the night.

The lunacy of the situation only manages to heighten myarousal as my gaze lands on Hazel’s closed door, my pussy clenching hard at the realization of what I’m doing so close to his room.

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