Page 147 of Heart So Hollow

“I keep that door locked,” I snap, deciding he’s at least lying about that.

“Popping a sliding glass door isn’t difficult, sweetheart,” he drawls as he works my clit.

I lean into him, brushing my lips over his, “Do you do that a lot—break into people’s houses?”

“I’ve never had a reason to go inside any but yours,” he murmurs into my mouth. “When I saw you asleep in your bed, do you know how much restraint it took not to pull back your covers, climb between your legs, and give you the best dream of your life? You would’ve asked me to put you in a coma just so you wouldn’t have to wake up. But I didn’t, I just sat on the floor at the edge of your bed, right next to you, for hours.”

My chest tightens and it feels like a thousand spiders are crawling up my back.

“If you’re good, I’ll mark you as mine…then I’ll bind your hands, so you won’t run when I start telling scary stories…”

The voice of reason screams in my ear, assaulting my brain, bombarding me with logic, trying to pull me out of his grip.

This is bad. He is dangerous. There’s something wrong with him.

Even though my heart is racing and my arms are shaking as I tug at his belt in panic, Colson’s still nothing but pure euphoria. And he knows it.

“Am I scaring you, Brett?” he grins as my breaths get shorter, “Keep shaking for me. The more scared you are, the tighter you get.”

He senses the orgasm building and as soon as I’m at the edge, he stills his hand again and waits for it to dissipate.

“You just sat there?” I clench my teeth in irritation, “For hours?”

“Well, I didn’t just sit there,” Colson starts moving his fingers again, “you’re a sound sleeper, so I looked around your room to learn more about you. But after that,” he cocks his head with a diabolical grin, “I was pretty turned on.”

Oh, God…

I should be horrified, but I’m not. Not when my eyes are rolling back as he’s trying to fit his giant cock inside me, detonating every single one of my nerve endings as he goes. Instead, the thought of Colson kneeling next to my bed, jerking off to me sleeping feels like the sweetest compliment I’ve ever received. So much so that I let myself collapse the rest of the way onto him, sending a dizzying rush all the way up to my head. When my ass hits his thighs, my jaw drops and I let out a long crackling moan like I’m about to split in two.

“Fuck, Brett,” Colson grits his teeth, “look at you, taking me like such a good girl. I knew you’d like that...”

And I do. I’ve fallen through a black hole into some alternate universe where I’m overcome with a sick sense of flattery. There’s nothing but fuzzy tunnel vision and all I can hear is Colson’s deep voice murmuring in my ear.

“You woke up once,” he continues, “and you looked right at me. I know you saw me. I even touched you. I ran my fingers over your forehead into your hair and, after a few seconds, your eyes rolled back and closed again.”

This time, when I pull back and look into his aquamarine eyes—the same ones etched in my mind that shouldn’t exist—I’m struck with a frenzied and chaotic mess of horror and relief.

“I know your face,” I crackle out in a whisper.

“Yes, Honeybee,” Colson brushes his lips against mine, “you met me in your dreams. Except you get what no one else does, you get to keep me even after you wake up.”

I’m afraid—terrified—but the rush of adrenaline only feeds the carnal hunger that blinds me. This time, when I move with him, he doesn’t stop. His fingers move faster as he drags my soul out of my body with agonizing intensity. Now that I have all of him, I raise up on my knees and grab the edge of his headboard. Maybe if I ride him hard enough, I’ll tear myself apart before he does.

“Is that what you like hearing—how obsessed I am with you?” Colson’s tone turns harsh and condescending, “How you made me love you even while you fucked another man?”

His words hit like a freight train and the anger in his voice scratches an itch I never knew I had.

“Then where were you? What were you waiting for?” My voice cracks as the words tumble from my mouth, “Some fucking stalker!”

We press our foreheads together, baring our teeth at one another like wolves fighting over a carcass. Even now, I want to fight him, drive him mad, make him lose control, and it only makes me want him more.

“Are you going to tell everyone you begged your stalker to fuck you like a little slut after I told you what I did?” he snarls, grabbing my ass with both hands and slamming me down on his cock over and over.

His angle hits its mark deep inside me and shoots the most amazing sensation through my core.

“Oh my god, Colsss…I’m gonna…” I tug against the headboard, howling into his ear while I fuck him as hard as I can.

Colson grabs the back of my neck, “How sick are you?” he growls into my cheek as I cry out.

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