Page 26 of Strangled
It’s only us.
Like I always wanted.
It’s unnerving.
What if he doesn’t like what I’ve done for him? There’s too much at stake. I can’t lose him.
I won’t.
My tongue swipes across my still bleeding lip. Copper lingers. This time, I’m more forceful as I push my Lyken off me, silently reveling in the slick squelch of my dick leaving his used, cum-filled hole.
I turn away from him as quickly as I can, yanking my pants around my waist. With my back to my stranger, I step into the darkest shadows, where I know he can’t see me.
His ass is planted on the dirt and grime coated floor. Cum drips from between his spread legs, adding an extra layer of filth that has my teeth clenching. My hands fist at my sides as I peer at him, desperation crawling along my skin. The feeling is comfortable, like when my friends walk along my skin.
I need it.
“You know where I am now—who I am,” I whisper into the dark, taking another step back. “You found my walls, my home.” My heart is in my throat as I finally mutter, “Come find me.”
I disappear from sight.
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Ican’t be sure what way is up, down, left, or right as I feel along the walls. The wood is sharp under my hands. Slivers of wood pierce and slide under my skin, making me all too aware of fucking everything.
I can feel the cum dripping out of me and smearing along my thighs with every step. The temptation to reach inside of my pants and swipe it up with my fingers is almost too strong to overcome. Ineedto feel it, to make sure it’s real—he’sreal.
The ache in my ass isn’t good enough. I need tangible proof now that he’s no longer next to me, touching me, fucking claiming me.
Before I talk myself out of it, I’m shoving my hand inside. My fingers meet sticky cum as it clings to my thighs. I swipe through the mess and bring it to my lips. I smear it across my lips, my tongue darting out to clean it off.
It’s salty, heady, and different from my own. Because it’shis.And it was inside of me.
Fuck.
My feet move in earnest now, in the direction I saw him disappear. Or more accurately, where I saw his shadow disappear, but now I don’t know where the fuck I am.
With the taste of his release lingering on my tongue keeping me motivated during my search, my feet shuffle along the path, my body twisted to the side as I squeeze through the narrow passageways. Dirt and debris cling to me like a second layer of skin—the humidity only making it worse.
I stop and press my hands against the wooden slats of the wall cavity. My breath comes out in shallow pants as I lower my head, resting my forehead along a beam. I would close my eyes if it would make a difference—but it’s so dark, I can’t see the fucking tip of my nose in my peripheral.
The smallest beams of light make their way through the cracks and holes in the walls, but it’s not enough to make a difference. Goosebumps are a permanent fixture along my flesh, the constant stroke of cobwebs and unknown insects eliciting a bone-deep chill.
My breath is hot against my arm as I force myself to breathe through the panic gnawing its way through me.
In, out.
In, out.
I honestly don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me.
I lethimfuck me—use me, fucking hurt me. And here I am, chasing him through the walls for a reason I can’t even begin to comprehend, unknown urges cementing themselves inside.
The party raging below is all but a distant hum thrumming through the walls. I can feel it in my fingertips as I feel my way around.
My mind flicks back to Cade, to the fact I willfully used them to findhim.I guess I can be grateful they don’t have knowledge of that fact, and I can keep it locked up tight. It was one of the most selfish things I have ever done, but I don’t regret it. Even now.
There’s something different about all of this—this house,him.It feels oddly comfortable, despite my gut churning with trepidation. The various unknowns are vast and pressing diligently, and I’ve never been more inclined to ignore a feeling in my fucking life.
