Page 36 of Conjure
“Now,” she whispers, still stroking my sensitive cock as she leans in, “it’s time to die.”
I stiffen at the sound of playful giggles behind me, just as a sharp pain erupts across my lower back. Glancing behind me, I see the little girl smiling up at me with a letter opener in her hand that’s covered in blood.
She jabs me again, sinking the blade deep, this time in my side. I grunt as I stumble back, blood pouring from between my fingers like a river of crimson—so dark it almost looks black.
Losing my balance, I fall to the floor. She comes for me with her doll gripped in one hand and the letter opener in the other. Then she’s on me, sinking the blade deep into my eyeball.
I jerk awake. Bruno lifts his head, whimpering, before licking the side of my face. Still groggy from the nightmare, I pat my waist to ensure I’m uninjured, then scan the dark bedroom. Camryn is asleep on her front with her arms beneath the pillow and the quilt pooled around her waist.
“Jesus,” I breathe, rubbing my tired eyes. What the hell was that nightmare? I’m fucking losing it.
Bruno nudges my arm with his damp nuzzle. Rubbing his scruff, I gaze back at the door. Something catches my eye that wasn’t there before. “What. The. Fuck?” I whisper, unfolding and rising to my feet.
There, propped up against the door, is the doll.
TEN
CAMRYN
His long legsstretch across the floor as sunlight pours over his slumped body. I shouldn’t like the sight of him asleep against my bed, but I do. I like it so much it’s starting to worry me. Bruno has his head on his lap, as if he, too, stayed up all night to guard me against some unseen force. My heart swells at the sight. I scoot up in bed, careful not to wake them. How many nights has this gone on for now? I’ve lost count. Dominic is an enigma—a puzzle I can’t solve. He hates me, but he can’t seem to leave me alone.
The quilt pools around my waist as I slowly crawl forward to kneel behind him. His hair looks soft. I’ve oftentimes wondered what it feels like.
I carefully sift my fingers through the raven strands and then lower until I brush up against his nape. His warm skin erupts in goose bumps as I slowly let my touch travel over each vertebra, gliding my finger across his black collar, mesmerized by the slow rise and fall of his shoulders.
A crow caws outside, and the sudden sound steals my attention. Distracted, I look away from Dominic’s neck, then gasp when he strikes.
He curls his warm fingers around my wrist and climbs onto the bed, forcing me to fall onto my back. The mattress dips beneath his weight as I gaze up at his severe face, noting the barely restrained anger bubbling beneath the surface and the subtle twitch of his jaw.
Dominic seizes my other arm, trapping both my wrists above my head with one hand, his grip pinching my skin and eliciting a sting of pain. This is the first time I’ve seen Dominic above me, and what a devastating sight it is to behold. My fragile heart will never recover from seeing the strands of his inky hair fall over his heated eyes and the glimpse I catch of his chest from inside his T-shirt’s collar.
“What the hell are you doing touching me?” Each word slithers over my skin, delivered with enough venom to make me squirm.
My lips part on a whimper. His dark eyes flick down to my mouth and linger for a hauntingly long second before he grips my chin and digs his fingers into my cheeks. “Don’t ever touch me without my permission, understood?”
My thighs clench, painfully aroused by the feel of his weight. I try to nod, but his ruthless grip prevents me from moving. I’m truly at his mercy, and he knows it.
As if to provoke me, he rolls his hips, a treacherous moan threatening to give me away when his hard length presses against me. Fuck. I like this untamed side of him.
“I always knew you were a whore,” he sneers, eyes heated with putrid hatred and unbridled lust as toxic as the sparks of desire between my legs. “Look at you, squirming for my cock. You think I want to fuck your tight cunt?” A wicked chuckle raises the hairs on my arms. He flips me over, grabs the back of my neck, and shoves my head into the pillow until I can’t breathe. Then he yanks down my sleep shorts and smacks my bare ass.
Surprised, I yelp at the sudden sting. But the sharp pain has nothing on the humiliation coursing through me when he drags two thick fingers through my arousal.
“Your pathetic cunt is the last one on earth I want to fuck.”
A cry rips from my lips when he rams two fingers deep inside my back hole without warning.
“This tight ass, however.” His smoky voice drifts over my ear. Shocked and turned on beyond rationale, I struggle to breathe as another cruel chuckle drowns out my gasps. He pulls his fingers out, only to thrust back in as the pillow slowly suffocates me. “I’ll tear through it with my cock while you cry for me to stop.”
The moan I barely held back earlier returns with a vengeance, ripping from my lips. There’s nothing I can do to stop it. More embarrassing sounds follow. I have no shame. I’m a whore for the pain he’s dishing out like cotton candy at a carnival.
“But we both know ‘stop’ really means ‘more,’ doesn’t it? Your pussy weeps for me.”
My ass is on fire. He moves on top of me, grinding his big cock against the back of my thigh in time with his fingers. My pussy clenches around nothing, creaming and making a mess of his jeans.
“Touch me again, Sis, and I’ll stuff this ass with cum and make you suck my dick clean.”
I gasp as he wrenches himself free, walks out, and slams the door so firmly that the picture frame rattles against the wall.
