Page 41 of Soulless Deeds

Within twenty-four hours, I am in his head. In a couple days, I’ll have him on his knees.

Without another word, I sashayed for the corridor that led to my allocated room. Before I could turn the corner Echo calledout. “Give my address out again, and I’ll chain you up and use you as my own personal slave.”

“You promise?” I asked, not missing a single beat. He didn’t reply, nor did he have to.

XVI

Echo

Iawoke with a start, intermittent whimpers reaching me from down the hallway. Half asleep, I jolted from my bed, staggering out the door while clumsily pulling on a pair of trunks.

It wouldn’t do anyone any good to confront an intruder with my dick flopping about.

I came to a halt outside Spencer’s room. She had a subtle lampshade turned on next to her bed, reflecting swaying silhouettes, floating through the frosted glass walls. Reaching out for me, luring me in.

Then, her unconscious whines escalated louder. I couldn’t take it anymore. Crossing the last barrier, I entered her room, that intoxicating scent instantly barraging into me.

Spencer remained in a restless sleep, covers strewn over the ground with her limbs in disarray. Her cream silk singlet and lace panties barely contained those tight curves that called to the corrupt animal in me.

Even in her sleep, Spencer was disarming. Her sexuality a weapon, allure primed and forged into the most lethal weapon, ready to cut down anyone who wasn’t worthy. And me? I was the least worthy of them all.

Yet, here I am, right in the fucking thick of it. Coerced by her magic voodoo bullshit.

A whimper escaped her throat as tears leaked from the corners of her closed lids, splintering any last restraint as I sat beside her on the bed. I gently shook her shoulder. “Ghost?” Her response was instantaneous, her hand whipping out to bruise my wrist.

With the spark of pain, I had her pinned under me before the thought could even compute, my legs parted over her waist as I anchored her hands above her head.

She was a feral beast, still half asleep, thrashing and shrieking until she fully gained consciousness, the restriction of her body pulling her out of the chaotic, dreamlike state.

How dare she dream of someone other than me.

The fight filtered out of her muscles, her cheeks wet and flushed, blazing green eyes sharpened with recognition.

The lamp illuminated an ambient glow, lulling us into the damn twilight zone, a mysterious counterworld with a total population of two.

Spencer’s eyes tracked over my exposed chest, catching on the growing length that pressed against her core.

“That’s one way to wake me up,” she said, tone husky and breathless.

“You’re lucky. I tend to sleep naked.” She pitched a brow and pushed her pelvis upward to skim against me, and I pushed to my knees to escape the torturous contact. “Are you going to tell me what you were dreaming about?”

“I’m…frustrated.”

“I don’t do girl talk, sweetheart.”

Spencer vaulted upward and kicked out, foot colliding with my chest. I rolled off the bed, landing in a crouch as she turned onto her side, giving me her back. She still wasn’t fast enough to hide the tears that continued to run down her cheeks.

I straightened, rubbing a hand over the back of my neck. “Ah, I’ll leave you then.”

Lost for words, and altogether lost my fucking mind.

I’d never seen her so vulnerable, wrought with emotion. With every step to the doorway, my legs became heavier as if my body was reluctant to pass the threshold, to walk away from her.

SPENCER

My skin stretched thin, heat bubbling within, perspiration coating my flesh as useless tears wouldn’t stop leaking from my eyes.

Irritation was rife in the lining of my skin as I squirmed on the king-sized bed. The movement did nothing to satiate the uncontrollable hunger, the hormonal demand that made me delirious—fucking hysterical with the utter need for release.

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