Page 105 of Mind Maze

I run my fingers through his hair, tugging him to my mouth. His lips ghost over mine and he murmurs praise that makes my heart sing.You’re so perfect, love.He thinks I’m perfect? I’ve been imperfect my entire life. Broken, mentally screwed up, an anxious mess.

But as he owns my body with his, I believe in his words.

His thrusting grows more ragged as he starts to lose control. Usually, he fingers my clit to bring me extra pleasure, but he’s lost to the sensation. It’s a turn-on. So much so, I don’t need the external stimulation. His feral need for me is an orgasm for my soul.

He lets out a string of curse words and then his cock is swelling like it does when he releases. Sometimes, he half-ass pulls out and spends onto my stomach. This time, he keeps fucking me, knowing he’s filling me with cum.

It’s reckless because I’m not on the pill or any sort of birth control.

Neither of us mentions it. I think, secretly, we both want the consequences to catch up with us because then this fakerelationship will become real. We’ll be irrevocably connected until the day we die.

Does it make me stupid to pray for pregnancy?

Yes.

This life I’m entangled in is twisted. There are real villains who are screwing with people’s minds all around us. And I want to play with fire? Is there not enough danger already for me?

Stupid, reckless girl.

His body relaxes and he lets his weight crush me. I can barely breathe, but it’s worth it. Feeling his twitching cock inside of me as cum tries to escape from around it is satisfying.

I feel safe with him.

At one time, he terrified me. Now I’m terrified of not having him.

I wake with a moan.

Everything hurts.

Am I still in bed with Caius? Why does my head hurt so badly?

It’s not just my head.

Every muscle in my body screams in pain. I can’t move. When I try to, I’m met with more soreness and inability to move.

I blink my eyes in the pure, inky darkness, unable to make out shapes or figures. It reminds me of my time beneath the floor. Right before I’d first met Caius. What if I’m back there in that claustrophobic wooden coffin?

The attempt to clear my thoughts is futile. Without being able to see or move, I’m unable to ground myself. I don’t know what’s happening.

For some reason, my mind goes to Vivienne’s journal. Theo read it to me and I hated every second of it.

It all connects.

I know it.

I feel it in my bones.

If only I could grasp onto the truth and make sense of all the thoughts ping-ponging in my brain.

In the dark, everything is far more confusing. I need light. If only I could see, then maybe I could get back to the present reality.

Puzzle pieces are just out of reach.

I want to grasp them all in my hand so I can finish this damn puzzle.

Footsteps approach and I fixate on the sound, craning my head toward the sound. Then I hear a knob twist. Light streaks in from what appears to be a doorway. My eyes, having grown used to the dark, slam shut from the sudden assault.

“How’s my patient doing?” a man says, voice soft and soothing like what a doctor who cares might sound like. “I’ll turn on a lamp so the light doesn’t hurt your eyes. Sometimes it can be harsh after you first wake up from it.”

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