Page 6 of Anathema
His hips were grinding up against my ass, his chest flush with my arms and back now. I was at his mercy as he pulled his fingers back slightly, circling them hard against my nerves and sending me into a pleasure spiral.
I was standing on the edge of the world, ready to dive headfirst into the unknown; he played me so fucking well.
“I—I…” I gasped. Words foreign to me, my mind drowning in lust and desire as I pressed my forehead into the truck.
“Let go, pretty viper.” He murmured into my hair, dipping two fingers back into me and curling them in the perfect spot. My entire body tensed around his fingers, and my climax crashed through me like a tidal wave. The moan that came with it was just short of a scream.
He continued to curl his fingers, coaxing out every last drop of release from me. I sagged against the truck, panting as he removed his hand, buttoned my jeans, and removed the handcuffs from my now sore, red wrists.
I want more of this; I need more of him… One hit, and I was fucking hooked.
Once free, I pushed myself off the door, glimpsing the scratches the handcuffs had left behind. My chest rose and fell with my heavy breaths, and I watched as he swaggered around the front of his truck with his hands now in his pockets. I staggered slightly, attempting to find my balance, as he chuckled.
“Where are you going?” I stared at him in disbelief, eyes flaring wide. There was no way he was just going to finger fuck me and leave. Was he being serious right now?
“Go home, Lex. You can get your laptop back from the CIA office on Monday.” He winked before opening the driver’s side door and climbing into his seat.
“Derek, what the fuck!” I shouted, rounding to the door just as he shut it, ignoring me.
He started his truck, pulled out of the parking lot, and headed down the alley. Leaving me behind in his wake.
I fisted my hands at my sides and screamed into the night, “You son of a bitch!”
Derek was a fucking dead man.
Chapter 2
Alexis
Ispenttheentiredrive back to my apartment fuming over what had happened. The second I returned, I stormed from the door to the living room before collapsing onto the couch, unlacing my boots, and throwing them across the floor. I then fell back onto the pillows and closed my eyes. I was exhausted from the night, and dawn was about to break. As I lay there, I threw my arm over my eyes, simmering in the anger radiating from me.
I fucking hated Derek, and I couldn’t wait to storm into the CIA office and tear him a new one in front of every single agent on his floor. That son of a bitch had no right to take what was mine from me. There was nothing on it of use to him anyway, so why did he even bother with it?
I grabbed the pillow out from under my head and smothered my face into it, screaming until my voice went hoarse and my throat felt like sandpaper. There was so much pent-uprage within me, and I needed a way to let it out. Screaming into a pillow felt like the most efficient and convenient option.
When I had finally calmed down from my rage spiral, I dropped the pillow to the floor and rolled my head towards the coffee table. I narrowed my eyes and furrowed my brow when I noticed something sitting in the center that wasn’t there before. I wasn’t the kind of girl who focused on interior decoration, so it was apparent when something I never owned just appeared in my apartment.
A red envelope with a black and white seal rested against a vase of a dozen black roses.
Who the fuck was in my apartment? And why did they leave me roses? Black ones, at that…
Curious, I sat up and leaned forward, picking up the envelope and staring at the wax seal. The base of the seal was black, with a white rabbit in the center and a small red letter A on its body. This symbol wasn’t something I had seen before. I chewed on my cheek while debating whether or not I should open it.
I fanned the envelope in my hand, tapping it against my nails. My right knee started bouncing, and I could feel my pulse begin to quicken with anxiety.
My hands trembled as I slowly slid my thumb under the seal, popping it off the back, holding a breath as I lifted the flap and opened the mysterious envelope.
I released the breath I held, pulling out a piece of cream-colored cardstock. The back had a red, water-stained circle, and a painted letter A was in the middle. I turned the card over and read theinscription on the back.
Anathema? I pressed my fingers to my lips as I sat on the couch, with my elbows resting on my thighs, staring at the handwritten words.
I had never heard of Anathema before; could this be a prank? A joke? But then again, who would be pranking me?
I tipped the red envelope upside down, shaking it to see if there was anything else inside, and a small piece of paper, no bigger than what you’d get from a fortune cookie, fell out and onto thefloor.
“Enter the rabbit hole and see how far it will take you,” I hummed to myself as I re-read the tiny print a few more times, attempting to understand what it could be referring to. Whoever Anathema was, their words were cryptic, making me curious to learn more.
I bit my lip and stood from the couch, wandering across the kitchen to the front door. I placed the card and envelope in my back pocket, opened the door and left my apartment.
