Page 113 of Haunted Prey

Not again.

He laughed in my head.

Anger burned inside me.He’s mine.

I’ll fucking kill them if they take him.

Kill them,his voice echoed back.Kill them, Eve.

“Eve?”

The roaring in my head ceased as my eyes flew open. I dropped my hands from my ears as I peered over and saw Lena looking back at me with a worried expression.

“You okay?”

I glanced over at the windows, expecting to see light coming through and forgetting they were shuttered. “What time is it?”

Lena looked at the clock on the computer. “Almost four-thirty.”

A few more hours and they’d be leaving soon. I saved what little work I’d done and shut the laptop. “I’m going to take a shower,” I told her. I needed to get my head clear before I told Emery anything.

I closed the bathroom door and took off my clothes, moving over to the shower and turning it on. I waited for it to heat up then stepped inside. As the hot water poured down my head, neck, and back I tried to let the bad thoughts wash down the drain.

The heat felt so good, made the chill go away, but it didn’t last. I kept turning it hotter but it just didn’t last.

I heard my name called. Then louder. He was calling to me. I could still hear him.

The water stopped flowing and I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“Fuck, baby, what have you done?” Emery said as his hand pressed gently against my back. “You could have burned yourself.”

I looked up at him through my hair which had fallen around my face. He brushed the wet hair away before grabbing my chin.

“What happened, Eve? Lena said you were in here a long time.”

“I…I just needed the thoughts to go away.”

His concerned look turned sympathetic. He pulled me into him, not appearing to care if I got his clothes wet.

“Oh, Evee.” His hand brushed against my wet head. “I shouldn’t have left you so long.”

“It’s okay. I’m okay.” I gently pulled away so I could stare up at him. “But…I need to talk to you.”

His concerned look returned. “Sure, baby. Why don’t we get you dried up and dressed first, okay?”

I nodded.

I let Emery wrap me in a towel, then grab another to dry my hair. When it was only damp, he used the towel I was wrapped in to dry off the rest of me, his hot gaze falling down my body as his hands moved. Letting the towel drop, he lifted my hair to one side and kissed down my neck to my shoulder. I could seethat hungry look in his eyes as he carefully backed me against the wall.

“I’m right here, baby, I’m right here.” His hands were on either side of my head. “Come here,” he whispered, pulling me in.

He kissed me deep, biting my bottom lip, making me gasp. He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his hips as he buried his face in my neck.

“Someone might come in and see,” I gasped, feeling his hand between us as he unzipped his pants.

“I don’t care,” he said against my skin, pulling his pants down.

I felt his cock press against my center and slide in with ease. Without hesitating, he started to move his hips, slipping deeper with each stroke. He paused only briefly to take off his shirt, a groan slipping through his teeth as he moved again, quickening his pace. He pinned me to the wall with my legs up, body curled against him.

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