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Melissa marches up to me and slides her hands under my shirt, rushing it over my head, then pushing me back against the mattress. My hands find her ass and squeeze; when I do, her slick pussy grinds against my stomach. I slide a hand between us, thankful I removed my nails before moving, and tease her clit. She grinds down on my hand, and I’m mesmerized watching her tits jiggle above me.

With an eager moan, she pulls away. “Scoot up on the bed, I want to ride your face.”

As soon as she hovers above my face, I wrap my arms around her plush thighs and anchor her to my mouth. I suck her clit, loving how she rolls her hips in response. My tongue moves eagerly between her lips and teases her entrance, making her whine in a way that has me clenching my legs together. When I spear my tongue into her, she does it again. I eat her pussy like I would the dinner that’s going cold on my counter—I couldn’t care less.

“Oh my god, that feels so fucking good.” Her movements become jerkier as she fights her orgasm, but I’m not stopping yet. I double my efforts and am rewarded when she spasms around my tongue and writhes above me. Finally, she dismounts my face.

“You’re amazing at that,” she says before licking the lingering wetness from around my mouth and down my chin.I move to sit up, but her hand on my chest forces me back down. “I’m not done with you yet; you haven’t even come. What kind of service would that be?” Her brow furrows in mock concern before she brings her mouth to my nipple and sucks and nips at it. I arch into her and she shifts her attention to the other peak, that skilled tongue making me pant and moan.

I slide my fingers down my stomach and start to play with myself while she teases my sensitive breasts, but she’s not having it. Melissa kisses her way down my stomach before she runs her finger through my center.

“So needy,” she mocks. It would be hot, but my mind once again conjures up Aiden, who says the same.He hovers over me, pumping his fist up and down his cock. I force him out of the fantasy; he won’t ruin this too.

“Yeah, and?” I brush it off then shove her head down and bring my hips up to meet her lips, trying to silence her so I can enjoy this a little longer. I can fuck him out of my memory if I try hard enough, right? I’m determined to test the theory.

Melissa licks me slowly at first, testing my patience. I want to be struggling to think straight, but all I can picture is Aiden telling me what a needy slut I am before punishing me. A hard suck on my clit has my back bowing. I cry out, but she doesn’t give me a chance to catch my breath before she does it again. That’s better. But it’s not enough.

“‘Yes, right there.” I groan as she works her fingers inside me.

She strokes my inner walls and teases my clit a bit more before she finally obliges. She leans back on her side and lifts my leg and fits herself between my thick thighs, then uses one for leverage as she slides her dripping wet pussy against mine. I moan as she grinds on me. That combined with her sexy whimpers and the way her body flexes around mine, is enough to distract me from my wayward thoughts.

I grab my breasts and pinch and tug my nipples, driving myself toward an orgasm.

“Not so fast, little wraith. Nobody else gets to make you come.”The memory of Aiden’s voice in my head shatters the illusion altogether. That incessant fucking asshole.

I sigh down at my barely touched food that’s gone cold. So, this is how it’s going to be?

Skye

December 1st, 2020 – Two Days Later

Sun creeps through the vertical blinds that are the bane of my existence. Their clacking woke me up half an hour ago and I haven’t summoned the energy to get up and either turn off the ceiling fan or open them a bit more so they stop making that god-forsaken noise. I exhale a long sigh, drag my hand over my face, and finally force myself to get out of bed. It’s nothing new for me to be low-energy, but the thought of having to unpack all this shit for the second time within less than a year is absolutely draining.

Once again, I find myself wishing I hadn’t moved.

The house is fine; the plumbing works, the neighborhood is quiet, and there aren’t any ghosts—I should be especially thrilled about that last one. But still, I drag my feet across the floor with zero enthusiasm at the prospect of finally getting settled.

I regretfully twist the wand a few times to open the blinds and squint against the bright sun.Another glorious morning . . .

Binx meows at me from the doorway, letting me know he’s ready to be fed. Of course, I follow him. Once my boy is fed, I grab a Greek yogurt and pour some dry cereal into it, mixing it for the perfect crunchy texture, so I can actually tolerate it. As I eat, I can feel the boxes stacked high in the living room looming over me, silently judging me.

I really, really do not want to deal with this shit.Resigned to my fate, I run out to the car to grab my speaker and then queue up some My Chemical Romance, System of a Down, and Radiohead then get started on the first box.

Hours fly by and I finish unpacking everything for the kitchen, so I decide to take a break. I grab my e-reader from my bag and fling myself down on the couch. I really should shower first; I’ve been sweating, but I can already feel my back and arms protesting from spending all that time alternating between over-extending to reach the top cabinets or crouching down like a shrimp to put stuff away in the lower cabinets. Forcing the thought of my sweat soaking into the fabric from my mind, I scroll through my library and pick back up on one of the paranormal romances I temporarily dnf’d months ago.

I blink my eyes open as my groggy mind catches up with the fact that I fell asleep. Between the accidental nap and the still-unfamiliar space, I’m especially disoriented. A yawn escapes me as stretch my legs, but I freeze when I notice the box of books I had on the floor has spilled over.

Those are way too heavy for Binx to knock over himself. “Binxie, come here, honey,” I call out in as even of a tone as I can muster. He doesn’t come.

My heartbeat picks up, drowning out my ability to hear. I rely on my tired eyes instead, scanning the area. Nothing else seems out of place in the living room,odd. I go to stand, but moonlight gleaming on a faint sliver of skin stops me in my tracks. Excitement lights in me when Aiden comes to mind, but it’s extinguished quickly when I remember that there’s no way he’d know where I was. I never even told him I was moving, didn’t have the chance. Reality sets in that this time, there’s a stranger in my house, and they’re not welcome.

Bile rises in my throat and tears prick my eyes. I fight the urge to slide my flattened palm slowly toward my phone that I know is under my pillow. After all, there’s no point in calling the cops, they wouldn’t get here in time to stop the inevitable and I’d rather not endanger my neighbors, they can write gruesome details on a notepad later.

With a rough swallow, I stand as calmly as I can.I need to find a weapon.On second thought, I grab my phone. With its heavy ass case, it’ll do a little damage if I whack someone in the head with it. I hope.

I stand, keeping my head tilted down inconspicuously but making sure that hand is kept in my peripherals at all times. My racing thoughts are almost dizzying as I piece together my next moves. Is it better to confront them or put distance between us? I genuinely don’t know. The funny thing is, I’ve thought about this scenario, but in reality, it’s so much different.

Remembering the self-defense kit on my keychain my dad gave me before he moved away, I force myself to walk to the key holder near the door. With a deep breath, I unlock the mace, flick on the light, run toward the hallway, and spray like my life depends on it. It’s not the best plan, but it’s what my barely awake brain came up with.

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