Page 9 of Forbidden Knots

I wished I could hold her, tell her everything would be okay, that I was here. But all I could do was watch her.

A loud bang came from behind her bedroom door like someone was banging a cabinet door repeatedly. Another bang, louder, made her scream. I knew I had to leave, but I couldn’t bear to leave her alone in her fear. The light from the window flashed again, and the wind blew the window open, sending the curtains fluttering wildly.

I couldn't justwatchanymore. I had totouchher.

She turned around, walking towards the darkness. She took a pink silk robe from the closet door and wrapped herself in it, taking a step closer to me.

"Is someone here?" she whispered. "Are you a ghost?"

I chuckled, then slapped my hand over my mouth. It was too loud.

"Who is there?" she said, stepping even closer. The noise from outside her bedroom grew louder. She grabbed a vase from thetable next to the chair and lifted it in the air. "Who are you?" she whispered, then held the vase further away.

I couldn’t help myself. I whispered back, "Shadow."

She gasped, dropping the vase. As she looked down at the broken pieces, I stepped out of the dark, jumping behind her so she wouldn’t see my face. I grabbed her hands, pinning them behind her back. Her hands touched the tips of my hips, and I could smell the fresh soap on her skin as I placed my face close to hers, her hair brushing my cheek. I whispered in her ear, "You will bemine, Storm."

I felt her heartbeat quicken, and then I pushed her down onto the bed and jumped through the window. Landing softly, I ran as fast as I could to my front door. Entering the house, I looked back to see her moving slowly towards the window, the curtains shielding her from my view.

I ran upstairs, entered my bedroom, and turned on the light. She was now watching.

Does she know it was me? Does she know I was the one haunting her as she haunts me?

"Fuck," I muttered, punching the pillow on my bed and laying down.

I closed my eyes, my mind drifting to thoughts of what I wanted to do to her. The way I wanted to touch her, to break her, but also to honor her, to worship her body, to show her care like no one ever had.

I imagined tying her hands with a forbidden knot, kissing her neck, then slowly moving to her breasts, nibbling her nipples until she gasped. I would then move to her hips, turning her around, lifting her bottom, and positioning her around my hips until I was completely lost inside her.

I would make sure we broke the bed together, enjoying her so much that the whole neighborhood would know my name. AfterI was done breaking her, I would hold her all night until she was peacefully asleep.

I opened my eyes, my hands between my thighs, touching myself. The mere thought of her made me so hard. I closed my eyes again, letting my fantasies take over as I squeezed and pulled myself, unable to hold back any longer.

I was so obsessed with her that I knew I had to be inside someone tonight, to think, to pretend it was her. So, I grabbed my phone and called Chiara, a girl I met when Sophie and I first moved here. I wasn't even attracted to her, and that was perfect because I just needed to fuck her.

The phone rang a few times before she answered, her voice breathy and intrigued. "Tristan? It's late."

She lived just two streets away, so she came as fast as I called her to come over. I made sure she knew why I called her here.

I took my shirt off, tossing it to the floor, and as soon as I heard footsteps approaching, I took my pants off and wrapped myself in a towel.

I slowly walked to the balcony and opened the shutters and the door. I knew if my Storm was watching, I wanted her to desire this as much as I did. And she was there, sitting at the window and watching, but this time she was watching the horizon, the sea, and the night with the sound of light rain.

As Chiara walked in, I had to make sure Storm noticed us. I had to make sure she was watching.

Chiara was wearing shorts and a transparent white blouse. I could see her breasts through it, but they were nothing like Storm's. I took her hand and pulled her inside, my lips meeting hers as my hands were already working on unbuttoning her blouse.

I pulled her closer, closing my eyes to imagine Storm in front of me. I lifted Chiara and carried her, locking the door behind us.

I tossed her blouse to the floor, looking at her hungrily, but my focus was on Storm at the window. Chiara was just a blur. She took her shorts off, and as she stood naked in front of me, I pushed her to the balcony door frame. I lifted her leg and shoved myself inside her instantly. She gasped.

Storm turned her head, looking towards our direction. Even from far away, I could see her blushing. She stood up from the window and hid behind the curtains, but she was still looking.

My left hand held Chiara by the neck as she gasped for air, her hair wild around her face. My right hand gripped her thigh as I thrust inside her, locking eyes with Storm.

My grip on Chiara's neck tightened, causing her to close her eyes. I let her go, spinning her around and leaning her forward so her ass was spread for me. I entered her again, harder this time, my hand circling her as I thrust. I glided inside her, feeling her crave me, and I fucked her even harder, craving someone else entirely.

Just as she began to scream my name, I placed my palm against her lips, silencing her. I didn't want Storm to hear. A smile spread across my lips as I noticed Storm couldn’t help but watch even more.

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