Page 65 of Soulless Deeds

Gently, I retracted myself, our cum seeping between us as she barely stirred. Using the opportunity, my gaze roved over her clear, angled face as streams of sunlight filtered through the curtains. Spencer was stuck in a dream, her expressive features sparking with a light giggle. She had me undone with the sound alone.

Sometimes, when I forgot to lift that internal guard against her, I was bulldozed, completely fucking demolished by her unfiltered authenticity. She was brash, unpredictable, a total savage… But above all, she wasreal.All attributes I reluctantly respected.

Unfortunately, those weren’t the attributes that posed the biggest threat. It was the little things, the everyday life things that snuck up on me.

The forced, innocent face she’d make when I’d catch her snooping, or when her features flashed with amusement,messaging her sisters. And even when her nose scrunched in annoyance whenever I did something to piss her off.

Those were the moments that were the most dangerous—when she wasn’t even trying. Within those small snapshots, that’s when I couldn’t deny it. That deep down, I could feel myself falling, and I knew all too well what would happen if I hit rock bottom.

My soul fractured into pieces, each jagged shard crushed anddestroyedby her.

I refused toevercome close to feeling that way again. There was a reason I left my old identity behind and reinforced myself into a fierce, unforgiving leader.

Spencer wasn’t some innocent teenage crush—she was much more treacherous. She alone had the power to take and hold all of me within the palm of her hands, and if she let me go, it wouldn’t just break me… It would fuckingruinme.

Last night was earth-shattering, damn life-changing. It had my muscles drawn tight at the inevitable switch. Heaviness settled into my bones, her pleasant weight anchoring me to the earth. I wanted, craved, fucking coveted her to the extreme…and I was paralysed with fear.

Terror cascaded through my body, my lungs expanding at the rate of an overrun motor, oxygen not reaching my bloodstream fast enough to filter out the toxic emotion clogging my veins.

Coherency lingered out of reach, my mind disassociating from the present. I knew I was experiencing what others called a panic attack—not that the knowledge helped in the least. All I knew was that the world was about to end if I didn’t get my shit together.

I can’t breathe.

I was out of bed, bent over with hands on my knees, hyperventilating when immediate pain lanced across my face.

“Snap out of it,” said a sleepy voice.

My breath caught as I laid eyes on Spencer in her dishevelled state, wearing nothing—absolutelynothing. She sat on the edge of the bed, the rumpled sheets beneath her making me want to repeat all the things I did to her the night before.

Reaching up to hold my stinging cheek, I managed to splutter, “Ouch, bitch.”

“You were losing your shit. I brought you back to me,” she said, so blasé and straightforward, my thought process glitched.

“Back to…you?”

Her eyes drilled into me, all-knowing and fucking terrorising. “When are you going to admit it to yourself, Echo?”

“Admit what?”

Spencer jolted to her feet like a naked, sexy avenging angel (or should I say devil), and with each step she took towards me, I took one back. Her presence was drawing me in, and once I was caught, I knew I’d never be able to escape. My back hit her closet door—trapped.

“Admit you want me.Want this.” She reached for my cold, stiff hand, laying it over the centre of her chest, and with that one long second of contact, the path of our life was paved before me.

Then, reality set in, causing it all to crash to the ground alongside the shattered glass that was cutting into the bottoms of our feet.

SPENCER

Echo remained transfixed, his fingers tightening over my sternum. I could see the world imploding behind his eyes, the contrasting happiness and fear writhing and clashing in their depths.

I could feel him slipping away, which was a non-option for me. I wanted him to admit what was happening between us. To prove that I wasn’t deluding myself into something that didn’t exist.

We had been culminating to that very moment, a sense of clarity slamming me in the face when we physically claimed each other. I was a strong, independent bitch who wasn’t afraid of anything. When I wanted something, I fucking got it. And I had finally come to the stark realisation that I wantedhim.

After our intense intimacy and our sense of connection, I was ready to jump, but I didn’t want to do it alone.

I stepped further into his space, my forehead pitching forward to connect with his bare chest, and I whispered my strength into his skin, “Be brave.”

My words ignited a livewire through his frame, Echo slipping out of our embrace to create space.

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