Page 50 of Breaking Sanity
“One more, Little Monster ,” he demands, pinching my clit. I cry as another orgasm racks through my body.
With a few more thrusts he comes with a groan. His sweaty chest collides with mine, but he pulls out and climbs off me before I am squished by his weight. I feel my left leg being released and I stretch out the tight muscles. He flips me to my stomach and the cuffs are removed. Delicately turning me on to my back and kisses each wrist but doesn’t release them. Instead he gathers them in one hand and pins them above my head.
“Be mine for the next month,” he asks.
“What,” I whisper. I focus on the song playing in the background trying to clear the blissed haze, “Chokehold” by Sleep Token.
“Be mine for the next month,” he repeats.
“Okay,” I answer in my wanton mess.
“Good girl,” he kisses my temple. “Now rest. You’ll need it, Alley.”
I close my eyes and let the dark take me away.
Wait, how does he know my name?
Chapter 10
Alley
Theconstantopeningandclosing of a heavy door wakes me out of what felt like a peaceful slumber. Part of me was actually hoping I was dead, because the last look on Baron’s face guaranteed I would wish I was. My eyes wander around the room trying to grasp where I am at. I last remember being picked up bridal style and hearinghisvoice before I blacked out. It’s been years since I have seen or heard him.
The blinding lights, bright white walls, and beeping machines suggest I am back in the medical bay. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the guard in the multi-colored purge mask that is always in Baron’s office. He is just standing there arms crossed. I can’t tell if his eyes are on me or if he is just staring at the wall. Hopefully the wall, because it creeps me out to know people are watching me.
I try to sit up but my body screams in pain. My arm is in some type of sling contraption. I lift up the blanket on my legs to reveal a few bruises but with no cast that means nothing is broken. My free hand starts to lift up the gown,again a few bruises but nothing broken. I think that until I try moving to the left and there is a sharp pain in my side.
“You have two broken ribs, Little Devil,” Gunner says. My gaze shoots to the counter on the far wall. Gunner is just dangling his legs back and forth watching me.
“Cool beans.” I give him a thumbs up.
I don’t want to see his stupid face with that evil grin, so I plop my head back into the pillow. Instant regret kicks in as my head vibrates with pain. Those vibrations ricochet down my spine, making me fully aware where every injury is.
I take a few deep breaths to center myself before I open my eyes. Gunner is staring down at me with a big grin on his face.
I forgot how handsome he is. It’s been eight years since I have seen him, and I have spent this whole time fighting him to stop and look. He still has that same light honey hair that is voluminous and thick. He still keeps it longer and it gives it a tousled just got out of bed feel. From what I remember it’s seriously soft too.
His square diamond shaped face still looks the same. His eyebrows are light but you can see them and of coursethey are perfectly shaped. His enchanting aquamarine wide almond eyes still shine brightly especially against his flawless surfer boy tan. The man has high cheekbones that any girl would kill for and a perfectly shaped nose, even after I have tried breaking it several times. Then there are his pink lips that are plump and soft. His smile is still devilishly handsome and will make your knees go weak. Those canine teeth are still defined and sharp as ever. When I first met him I was almost certain he could be a vampire. All of this is surrounded by his blonde five o’ clock shadow accentuating the sharpness of his jawline. Time has been good to him.
Evil doesn’t age.
Today he isn’t in his black cargo pants and black shirt. He is in basketball shorts and a white v neck shirt exposing the chiseled chest beneath. His legs are still toned like running is his favorite pastime. They do have a little more muscle to them since I saw him last time and the blonde leg hair seems to have gotten slightly darker. The look is complete with his typical sneakers.
He goes to touch my face and I jerk it away. I am so damn tired of them fucking touching me. He tries again and I bite the side of his hand. He yanks it back and the guardcomes to the other side of my bed. Still not sure if he is looking at me or Gunner.
“She is fine,” Gunner laughs. “Her biting me is nothing new.”
“It should tell you to keep your fucking hands to yourself,” I snip.
Trying to talk hurts. No doubt it has to do with being strangled by bare hands, a fucking seat belt, and an actual belt.
“We know that isn’t going to happen.”
“What do you want, Gunner,” I ask, annoyed. He grabs the water glass on the table and bends the straw to touch my lips.
“I am here to make sure you are okay,” he says. “Now drink.”
I shoot daggers at him.
