Page 10 of Unbinding the Demon
With a loopy laugh, I threw my head back and drank it, feeling the liquid burn its way down my throat and into my gut. “Fuck, that’s really intense.” I strained my neck and blinked my bloodshot eyes a few times to compose myself.
Before I knew it, his lips were crashing down onto mine, taking me by surprise...Oh my!I melted into the kiss, leaning into his touch as his fingertips caressed up and down along my side in slow, sensual movements. It was sloppy and uncoordinated, with the taste of alcohol lingering between us, yet I was too drunk to even care. I reached out and squeezed his strong bicep, my fingers crinkling his leather jacket.
“Follow me,” he whispered, his voice low and enticing in my ear.
His fingers laced through mine, and he led me out of the kitchen. The party was still pretty crazy in the main room. I even had to step over some passed-out guy while following James up the stairs. I didn’t know where he was taking me, and I kind of just went along with it in my intoxicated stupor. We entered a dark, messy bedroom. There was a drum set in the corner, a bong next to the bed, and the walls were decorated with various band posters. The room was illuminated solely by the faint glow of a small fish tank and the intermittent flashes of lightning coming through a glass door leading onto a balcony.
James shut the door behind us and locked it. Before I could even ask what we were doing in some random guy’s bedroom, his body pinned mine against the wall. “Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” I slurred as he began pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to the side of my neck.
“Don’t even try to tell me you don’t want this.” He ground his hard erection against my body, moving his hips in firm circles that conveyed his desire.
“Well, yeah, I do. You’re really hot and all, but not now!” I tried to push him away, but I was way too drunk to make his much larger frame even budge. “I hardly even know you!”
He reached out and roughly squeezed my throat with one hand. Twinges of panic tugged at my gut, and I let out a whimper. His other hand lifted my dress and slid up along the silky length of my inner thigh. “I saw the way you were looking at me down there. Just relax and let it happen. Trust me, you’ll like it.” He seized the area between my legs with a forceful grip. His thumb started caressing the front of my panties right over my clit, causing my body to respond against my will.
“Stop!” I cried. “Please, stop. I don’t want this right now!” My voice was just above a pleading whisper. The back of my throat burned with disgust. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to stop him in my current intoxicated state, and I felt ashamed that my body was betraying me.
“Yes, you do...” he huskily purred into my ear while his middle finger slipped beneath my panties and glided through my wet heat. “You’re so wet.” My heart pounded, and tears began to slide down my cheeks. I couldn’t believe this was happening, and my idiotic drunken mind was failing to devise a reasonable way out of it.
How could I have been so stupid and trusting?
I gazed up into his eyes, shaking my head and hoping that he would change his mind. That’s when I blinked, seeing two large hands emerging from the darkness. An expression of pure horror contorted my face as they grabbed James’s head from behind and then—SNAP!He fell to the floor, dead like an electrocuted rat. I stared at James’s limp body in complete shock. The wheels turning in my head were practically smoking as I struggled to comprehend what I had just witnessed.
Holy shit! Is he actually dead?
The scream that was building in my throat was swiftly muffled by one of those huge hands as it clamped down over my mouth, pinning the back of my head against the wall.“Shhh... Be quiet, Buttercup,” a deep whispering voice cooed. I stood there with wide, terrified eyes, face to face with none other than that fucking jerk,Ashton.
How the flying flamingos did he even get in here!? I didn’t see the door open at all! I thought it was locked! I didn’t even see him downstairs at the party!
“Come on, let’s get out of here!” A psychotic grin was plastered on his murderous face as he gripped my struggling body and dragged me toward the balcony.
Lightning flashed and the heavy rain pelted down upon us as he opened the door, soaking through my dress almost instantly. I flailed my arms and tried to scream, even though his hand still muffled my voice. I caught a terrifying glimpse of the wet, puddle-ridden yard below and almost had a heart attack. We were on the second floor, and the height made me feel quite disoriented.
Oh my god, is he going to throw me off!?
I freaked out and started to squirm frantically in a lame attempt to get away. His suffocating hand released my mouth, allowing the terrified screams to escape from my burning lungs.“Let me go! Let me go! Let me go! I won’t tell anyone what you did! Just let me go!”
Paying literally no attention to my cries of distress whatsoever, he threw me over his shoulder like I was nothing more than a weak little rag doll. He then proceeded to climb over the fancy cast-iron railing, using his towering height to effortlessly swing his beanstalk legs onto the outer side. I kicked and screamed while pounding on his back and pulling at his long, wet hair.
“Would you quit squirming?” He bounced me and held me a bit firmer, his large hands spreading over my butt and thighs. “Honestly, you’re acting likeI’mthe one who attacked you.”
My blood froze when I realized exactly what he intended to do. “Please put me down,” terror laced my wary voice.
“Trust me,” was all he said before leaping off like a madman.
I let out the loudest, most blood-curdling scream I’d ever screamed in all my life as we plummeted down onto a very unfortunate flowerbed below. Unbelievably, he somehow landed on his feet as if he were the fucking bionic man. I was still slung over his shoulder, gripping onto him for dear life like a cat trying to avoid a bath. It was shocking that we’d survived the drop unharmed.
My survival instincts kicked in, and the wetness from the rain allowed me to wiggle out of his grip. I flopped to the muddy ground, crushing a few poor petunias as I did so. Then, I sprinted around the house, desperately yelling for help. Unfortunately, I was still very drunk, and the grass was very slippery, causing me to ungracefully slip and fall onto my face. Not even a single second later, Ashton was on top of me, pinning me down in a grassy puddle.
“Just where do you think you’re going?” he sneered in my ear like a rabid animal.
Little splashes bounced all around us while I struggled and screeched beneath him, flailing my limbs like a fish stranded on land. In desperation, I glanced up at the light from the sheltered front porch in the not-too-far distance. William was there with a couple of others, laughing and smoking that forbidden devil’s lettuce.
“William!”I screamed for him, which caught his attention. A wide grin stretched across his face when he saw me pinned down by the crazed behemoth of a man; then he laughed.
“Gwendolyn, you naughty little fox!” he shouted in amusement, with his blonde bun comically bouncing on top of his head. “Finally gettin’ some action!Woo!”
Oh-my-fucking-god...Is he so high right now that he actually thinks I’m getting it on with this monstrous maniac in the middle of the dark, soaking-wet front lawn!?
