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Brushing her tears away, I straighten.
Walking toward the door, I stop at the threshold and switch off the lights until the room is bathed in darkness.
Her gaze sears my back even though she can’t see.
“See you tomorrow, little prey,” I promise. Turning my head, I tease her before leaving. “Cute username, by the way.”
@nessatheatheist. I smile just thinking about it.
Atheist or not, she will bow down and worship me.
CHAPTER – 16
Nessa
My alarm goes off, waking me up.
Rubbing my eyes, I sluggishly sit up and throw the covers off. A shiver runs down my body at lightning speed. At the sudden chilliness, I look down in shock at my nakedness. Huh, I never go to sleep in thenude.
So how…
I’m immediately assaulted with the memories of the previous night.
The pleasant evening with Ace.
Being ambushed by Augustus.
Then receiving a pleasurable punishment while staring down a staircase, seconds away from falling badly. Yet I can’t deny the threat of it only added to the thrill and the lust coursing through my limbs.
It shouldn’t have made me come as hard as it did.
Honestly, a normal person wouldn’t have come at all. They would’ve fought or chosen to trip rather than let their stalker-slash-tormentor go down on them. Not once. twice. Butthree times!
I can’t imagine just how obsessed or smug he’d be if he knew no one’s ever gone down on me. That he’s the first man to taste my pussy. And boy, did he. So thoroughly and wickedly.
It happened so fast that I had no chance to become nervous and worry if I felt good to him. My doubts dissolved from the sounds he made. His words. In the way he only used his tongue as though he didn’t want to miss a single drop of my arousal.
The fourth doesn’t count because he ruthlessly forced it out of me.
It had sent me spiraling into another dimension because of his aggression and the savage scorn in his eyes. I shouldn’t have bad-mouthed him but I couldn’t help myself. For some toxic reason, he brings out my feistiness.
It’s the only tool in my arsenal. Not using it will force me to accept that I’m completely powerless against him. I don’t want to admit that he’s my entire world, as he arrogantly boasted. That there is no end to his madness.
I don’t want to belong to him.
So, how do I stop him?
I still don’t know the mystery of how Augustus got into my home. What secret entrance does he know that I don’t? Or an underground tunnel, maybe? A magical key that opens all the doors and the realms? What the heck is it?
Until I figure it out, I’m unsafe in my own home.
My alarm goes off again and I glance at the time. Shit. I’ll be late if I don’t move. Climbing down from the bed, I rush into my closet and grab a dark gray pencil skirt and my red blousewith the puffy sleeves. Laying them out on the mattress, I dash to the bathroom for a quick shower.
Inside, my feet screech to a halt when I see my reflection over the vanity. I gasp at the dark imprints on my waist, hips, and inner thighs. They taunt me for acting like a hussy. For not having the willpower to say no to my monster.
The marks look dark and angry.
Much like the man himself.
