Page 50 of Nemesis
I know this voice, I thought to myself.
The familiar tone amplified, rousing me from my unconscious state. I was shaken once more, the harsh movement finally jolting me awake.
Sucking in a sharp gasp, my hands flew to my middle. My eyes snapped open, and my heart was beating furiously against my rib cage, the images of my parents burnt into my retinas.
That night I wasn’t able to fight back against him. Now, I kicked and thrashed, trying to push myself up and save them, but the person above me shoved me back against the cushion, pinning my hands above my head.
The blurred vision’s grip squeezed tight, their eyes wide. I felt them move on top of me, pressing their pelvis more firmly into me.
“Stop fighting and look at me,” they commanded softly. They grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at them. “Look, it’s just me.”
I blinked rapidly, reality finally kicking in, as the memories of my fabricated life came crashing back to me, reminding me thatIwas the Olivia this person was calling for. My stomach twisted into knots, fear still coursing through my veins, setting all of my nerve endings fraught with panic.
A sliver of moonlight peeked through a small gap in the curtains, highlighting the man on top of me. My gaze slowly focused on him, studying him, taking in the thick, corded neck where an Adam’s apple jumped up and down.
I moved my eyes upward until they clashed with his dark, worried gaze. Dark eyes I knew so well.
I spent years burying the memories in the back of my mind. They would still happen every once in a while when I met Victor, but they’d slowly dissipated when my subconscious realized I'd have to share a bed with the monster who’d created them.
I hadn’t had a vivid nightmare like this one in such a long time that I truly thought they were gone. That I’d handled them, but I guess the shooting from earlier triggered something deep within me, letting the nightmares simmer to the surface and boil over.
His frantic gaze softened. “Olivia.¿Estás bien?”
I tried answering him, but my mouth was parched, my throat still burning from the effects of the dream. More unwanted images flooded my vision. Vivid images of shattered skulls and blood, so dark and thick, as it painted the room and sickly stuck to my dying body.
Phantom pain shot through my body, an iron fist squeezing my hearthard. I opened my mouth again to speak, but nothing came out, unexpected tears welling up. I tried to breathe, but no oxygen would bypass the knot in my throat.
Pinpricks of black swarmed across my sight, sending panic flooding my veins. My chest heaved as I squirmed under him, unwantedly giving us a tighter fit.
Freeing one of his hands, he grasped my chin with two fingers, yanking my head back.
“Angel,mírame y respira,” he spoke in a soft voice. Our gazes collided and his face softened as he moved his hand from my chin to cup the side of my face, his thumb sweeping over my cheek, drawing soothing circles.
“Estás bien, ángel mío. Estás bien. Ahora, respira para mí,” he said, his voice still soft but demanding.
My eyes fell shut and I took a few deep breaths, following his command and focusing on his gentle caress. My erratic breathing slowly became more regulated, my heartbeats slowing down from their battering thud, and I started to regain control of my body.
“Bien. Give me another one,” he kept saying on a loop.
Once my breathing evened out, I peeled my eyes open. His face had come closer, his warm breath now skating across my skin.
That’s when I realized he was straddling me, his knees on either side of me, the fabric of his boxers brushing against my exposed bare thighs.
Fuck. I didn’t even remember removing my sweat suit.
My blood roared in my ear and his grip on my wrist turned punishing when I wiggled underneath him. Our eyes locked and the roaring intensified. The energy in the room shifted, a coiled tension crackling in the air between us.
His eyes darkened, hunger lingering beneath his irises, sending heat flooding straight to my core. The atmosphere grew heavy, suffocating me as heat buzzed between our flushed bodies, spreading all over my body. I reveled in his warmth, seeping and distracting me from the residual fear.
I wondered if he could feel how hard my heart was racing.
I felt him grow against my waist, and he shifted, but it only pinned me down even more. This new position pulled the oversized shirt I had on flush against my chest and I was convinced the outlines of my hardening nipples were now visible.
As if I’d conjured the thought in his head, his eyes dipped, and I could feel his stare roaming over my body.
My breathing grew heavy, waiting for what he would do next. All I could think of was how much I wanted him closer, how much I wanted his mouth on me.
After a beat, he drew his eyes back up, his heated gaze tangling back with mine.
