Page 24 of Hollow House
I tried again to cry out, but only silence filled the air.
The needle jabbed into my thigh, and suddenly, I felt heavy. My eyes could barely stay open, and my body went limp. Everyone let go of me, backing away, watching me like I was a ticking time bomb.
Maybe I was.
I didn’t fucking know anymore.
“Goodnight, love,” the Wraith whispered, and it was the last thing I heard before the world went black.
Chapter 13
I wokefrom sleep when I heard a small beeping sound. I glanced around, noticing it was still pitch black outside. How long had I accidentally slept for?
Sitting up in a panic, I felt strong arms pull at my waist, trying to tug me back down. The unexpected touch startled me, and I jumped further away.
“Where am I?” I asked, wildly looking around. My mind felt blurry, and I grasped to remember what had happened before I passed out.
The Wraith sat up and grabbed my chin firmly, forcing me to look at him.
Right. Him.
“You’re safe, love,” he answered as he helped me lay back down next to him. The Wraith remained next to me, unmoving while my chest rose and fell at a fast pace. The adrenaline crash was intense, my body trembling.
“How long?” I asked, a bit embarrassed.
“Only an hour,” he murmured, his fingers running along my cheek in reassurance.
The beeping sound started again, and I felt him reach to pull something from his pocket.
“Fuck,” he muttered, pulling out a phone and opening it.
“Hmm?” I answered, fully turning toward him.
“I have something I have to handle.”
I didn’t expect more than a one night hook up, but after he declared me his for the rest of the night, I did expect more than this. A ridiculous excuse to slip away?
“I don’t know you whatsoever. You could just tell me the truth and be done with me for the night,” I said, a bit of a bite to my tone.
He moved so fast, I had no time to register as he climbed on top of me and pinned me to the bed. His weight shifted, his hard cock rubbing against my thigh.
“You feel that?” he asked. “That, love, is the effect you have on me. I would rather stay here and have you ride me until you see stars and scream my name, but I have a small matter to handle.”
“I still don’t know your name,” I scoffed, unsure how much I believed him.
“You don’t need to right now. All you need to know is you are mine, and you have learned nothing tonight if you think for a second I am done with you.”
With that, he stood, grabbing his shirt from the end of the bed. He finished buttoning it on the way to the door.
“Don’t wander too far,” he said as he grabbed the handle. “I’ll be back shortly.”
He slipped out the door, shutting it quickly behind him. The click of it latching again had me sitting up and staring into the darkness. What the fuck was all of that?
My head was barely clear enough to think straight. The wine and sex had me all forms of fucked up. I need to wash up, splash some water on my face. I also needed to pee before I doomed myself to my worst nightmare: a UTI.
Not the parting gift I wanted to take home with me.
I far preferred to take with me a story that would be my ticket out of the town. I still didn’t have the information I needed for any type of juicy article, but I was working on it. I was close, I could feel it. I just needed to stop getting distracted by sex.
