Page 105 of 12 Months of Mayhem

I gasped, my entire body jumped off the floor, but all it did was spur Adrian on. I shook my head, trying to bring things back into focus again, but there was no one there. No man. No shadow. No smirk on his face as he watched my boyfriend maul my neck.

I was losing my goddamn mind.

I had to be.

“Come on,” Adrian urged, jerking me from that tormenting daydream. He took my hips and shifted me to the side and backward into the bedroom I’d claimed as mine for the week. My heart pounded, the thumping creeping its way up into my throat and moving into my head.

My knees hit the bed, and I fell back, my body not even hitting the soft comforter before he was climbing over me.

He wasn’t the most graceful guy I’d had in my bed.

He never had been.

But I hadn’t really minded before—the clumsiness I’d found quite charming.

Before now.

I reached for his shirt, my mind on automatic, my body trying to catch up with what was happening. Trying to find excitement that should have been burning inside me at that point.

But it wasn’t.

And I should have taken that as a sign.

When his hand slipped up between my legs, collecting my short dress on its way and scrunching it at my waist, it was the first time I felt a small tingle.

His fingers brushing over the front of my lace panties drew another leap from my heart, my hips beginning to wiggle with anticipation, pushing up, eager to be pleased. “You want me, baby?” Adrian purred in my ear, his thumb swiping over my clit.

I arched my back and lifted my hips toward his hand—I was greedy, I wanted more.

More than he could ever give.

His fingers slipped inside me roughly, and my lips pursed at the bungling movement. I tried to move my hips with him, help him find the right pace to keep that rush of heat in me building as I tossed my head back and forth uncomfortably.

Then another movement caught my eye, my head snapping to the side.

I gasped, my stomach sinking.

“Yeah,” Adrian growled in my ear, slamming his fingers painfully inside me. I wasn’t wet enough. He hadn’t worked me up yet. “You like that.”

But it wasn’t that which made my heart feel like at any moment it could explode. It was the tall, beautiful, menacing-looking man standing in the doorway. Watching us. The smirk on his face was one I knew so well, but it used to be much more boyish and playful. Now, it was cocky and a little too smug. “Oh my God,” I cursed, pressing my hands against Adrian’s chest to try to dislodge his body from mine. “Stop!”

He quickly jumped back, stumbling a little as his feet hit the floor, his hands in the air like I was holding a gun. “Woah, um… you okay?”

I scrambled to pull my dress down, turning back toward the doorway to find it once again—empty.

The air, though.

It was already different.

He was here.

I could feel the chill settling deep in my skin.

“Condoms,” I blurted out suddenly, my hands shaking as I turned frantically toward a very confused-looking Adrian. “We need condoms.” I knew he didn’t carry any, he never did, and I was on birth control.

“What about your pill?” he asked, his brow knotting between his eyes.

I swallowed the hard lump in my throat as I rushed out toward the kitchen. “I’ve drunk a lot of grapefruit juice. They warn that it can mess with the pill. Can you please go out and get some?” My rambling was weird and unconvincing, but I knew he would be too nice to argue.

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