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“Good girl,” he praises as he settles on his knees, swiping a hand over his wet face and grinning up at me like the Cheshire Cat. “Let’s see how many we can hit before this is over.”

Eli stretches out beside me, his mouth latching onto my nipple as his hand goes right back to my pussy. His fingers tease over my clit, shockwaves of sensation going through me as he grazes his teeth over my sensitive flesh. He knows what I like and uses it like a weapon, pulling another orgasm out of me with only a few strokes of his fingers.

“Get on top, Raven,” he orders. I move out of the way and he lays flat, watching me with hooded eyes as I climb on, straddling his hips. We both groan as I sink down on his waiting cock, my head falling back as I breathe through the sensitivity. He’s already made me come twice and my body is wound tight.

Not waiting for his instructions, I brace my hands on his chest and watch his face as I ride him. As I bounce on his cock his hands knead my full breasts, eyes worshiping me like I’m a goddess. He always makes me feel so sexy, powerful even.

“Fuck, Raven,” he groans, meeting me thrust for thrust until his hands brace my hips and he takes over. Every downstroke he grinds my clit on his cock. I’m already losing control, the orgasm building quickly and forcefully. When I do come, he lets out a chuckle. “That’s three. How many more do you think you have in you?” My eyes narrow at him but he can’t take me seriously while I’m shaking from my release still.

Of course, he’s not done with me yet. Eli manages to make me come two more times before his rhythm falters. He fills me as he calls out my name, not caring if Jayce is waiting in the next room.

When Eli pulls out of me he cleans me up. I’m asleep before he even comes out of the bathroom, pure exhaustion pulling me under.

* * *

“Iris,come out, come out wherever you are.”

A female voice calls in my dreams. I am dreaming, aren't I?

I’m in Lucien’s office at the college, pre-fire. Ugly green wallpaper covers the room and the carpet is the same color. I don’t know who would ever make that choice, but they should have been fired on the spot. Then again, they weren’t exactly known for great decor choices back then.

On the walls are all of Lucien’s diplomas and teaching certificates but no photos. That I find odd, but the voice is closer this time, so I don’t have time to inspect.

“Iris, I will find you.”

My feet are lead and it is agony to raise them. What the hell is going on?

“Raven?” Lucien’s voice questions. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m sleeping or at least I thought I was.”

“Stella,” he says in a grim tone. “I thought she was just making me replay the fire again but you were never here before. We need to wake you before she can harm you.”

“In my sleep? She can do that?”

“Nothing has stopped her yet. I wouldn’t put it past her to do all she can to kill you, too.”

As the words leave his lips, smoke billows under the locked office door.

“Shit, she’s set a fire again. We have to get you out of here,now.”

“What about you? Can she harm you, too? We both need to get out of here and find a way to stop her for good.”

“Note to self. Research how to kill a ghost. Though, I can’t exactly touch books, so I don’t know how to manage that.”

Lucien gives me an odd look at my laughter.

“Oh, we have easy ways to search for things like that. It’s called the internet. But at the moment, I need to wake up. I’ve never had an interactive dream before so I don’t know what to do.”

“This is a first for me as well,” he admits with a frown.

“Is there another way out of your office? Maybe putting distance between us will buy us time.”

“That door is the only way out,” he says. The fact he looks so damn sorry has my heart clenching. Lucien deserved so much better than he got, and yet, Stella is still torturing him even after death.

I take a step toward the door just as the handle starts to jiggle.

“Iris, are you in here?” The way Stella sings out Iris’s name sends a shiver down my spine. She’s cold and detached, yet sings it out with laughter. If I wasn’t sure about her mental status before, this definitely clears it up. She’s batshit crazy and hellbent on killing anyone who stands between her and Lucien. Yet, I can’t bring myself to let her have him. It’s strange, but I already feel so deeply connected to him. I know I’d stop at nothing to free him. He deserves to finally rest in peace.

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