Page 14 of Grotesque
My fingers slid through the wetness leaking from my slit. I knew it was wrong to be so turned on, but fuck. There is something undeniably sexy about a man in control.
I missed whatever he said next but now the woman was standing up in the bathtub. Her stalker was looking her over, appraising her like a lamb ready for slaughter. He traced the knife over the curve of her thigh.
“Maybe we should have a little fun before I kill you,” he purred.
My legs were thrown apart shamelessly, my fingers moving in and out of my pussy while I rubbed my clit.
The stalker held the knife in front of the woman’s face. “Lick it,” he commanded.
I threw my head back and stroked myself faster.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
My eyes fluttered open. I hadn’t remembered closing them, but I snapped my attention back to the screen, my fingers slowing but not stopping, waiting to see who the new character would be.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Ice cold shot through my entire body, burning my nerves and heating my face all at once. I jerked my hands from between my thighs and whirled to face the sound as it echoed down the hallway. Someone wasn’t knocking in the movie, they were knocking onmyfront door.
My heart slammed painfully against my ribs as I realized how exposed I was next to the window. How I must have looked if the person on the porch had looked in as they walked up.
Had they seen me?
Whowasknocking at this hour? I paused, my ears straining. Maybe it was one of Macky’s friends come to check on the house? As far as I knew, no one knew that I was here. The only people that knew I was on my way up to Bristol were hundreds of miles away.
Quint knew.
Is he playing some sick prank on me?
Dread leeched into my stomach. Would he have looked inside first? If he didn’t think I was crazy before, surely, he would now. Embarrassment heated my cheeks, flooded my entire body as I rose from the couch.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
I flicked off the table lamp. The only light spilling into the room was from the film as the girl on the screen mimicked my movements and slowly crept down a hallway. Clearly, she’d escaped the stalker for the moment, but I didn’t like her chances. My skin prickled uncomfortably as I darted past the window beside the entrance, hoping whoever it was hadn’t seen me.
The double doors were solid oak save for a patch of glasswork at the top, too tall for me to peek over. I was thankful I had turned off all the lights and that whoever stood outside couldn’t see my shadow hovering on the other side of the door. I pressed my ear against the cool wood.
Knock.
I stumbled back, my heart lurching out of my chest.
Knock.
This one was harder, more forceful.
Knock.
