Page 29 of The Devil's Weakness

The older man called my abductor Blade. It’s odd. It must be some kind of nickname. If so, I wonder why they gave him such a “tough guy” name. He didn’t seem so tough when he nearly kissed me in the woods outside of the motel. Recalling the memory makes my lips tingle. I press two fingers to them and try not to think about it, about him.?

As my body heats, I feel around the small, darkened room that I’m in. It’s a steel box with a door, for all intents and purposes. I didn’t see much before they closed the door. There aren’t any windows, not that there would be in a basement. I didn’t notice an air vent, either. The thought of being cut off from the air outside of my prison is terrifying. The only other thing I saw before being locked away in darkness was discoloration on the floor of the cell.

I think about the blood I taste on my lip…

Oh fuck.

That’s when my panic really sets in. My heated skin grows hotter as I pound on the door, screaming for someone to let me out.?

“Hello!” I shout, hitting the door with my palm until it feels bruised. “Someone let me out of here!”

I don’t know how long I beat at the door. It could have been one minute or one hour, but no one came for me. I back up into the wall behind me and lower myself to the ground.

Gripping the sides of my face, I try to ease the panic flowing through me. Silently, I steady my breathing. As I inhale and exhale gently, I run my hangs over my dirty legs. I can feel the grit from the dirt of the forest floor on them. Thinking of the forest… The vision ofhimlaying over me flashes through my mind again, and my heart thumps wildly in my chest. In that moment, he didn’t appear as though he wanted to turn me in. Or perhaps I imagined the entire thing? Fatigued from panic and overexertion, I lay on my side in the fetal position, and sleep takes over me.

* * *

A hot flushwarms my skin as the gorgeous man covers my body with his.

“You’re beautiful,” he declares as he runs his fingers through my long, chestnut hair.

Palming my cheek, he caresses my bottom lip with his thumb before slowly pressing it into my mouth. I lick his salty skin for a second before he pulls out and traces a path over my chin, down my neck, and in between my cleavage.

I reach up and comb my fingers through his hair. When his hand reaches between my legs, he slides a finger through my wet slit. My eyes shut as he teases me, and I close my fist, grabbing a handful of his hair.

I cry out with pleasure, but my mind fights with me that this isn’t right.

“We can’t…”

“Shh… just let go, Sasha. I’ve got you.”

I pant in response as he slides his fingers deep within me.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes.”

He draws out my moan as his fingers dance quickly around inside of me.

“Blade…don’t stop…” I tremble as he continues circling them.

“Sasha…” he pants.

“Blade…”

“Sasha.”

I’m startled awake at the sound of Blade’s voice. He’s crouching next to me with his enormous arms resting on his knees. I look up at him from the ground. I can tell he’s recently showered by the strengthened scent of his cologne or aftershave. It feels like cashmere wrapping itself around my body. It’s a delectable aroma of white wood with strong hints of bergamot. I try not to appear like the smell of him nearly makes me drool.

God, what I wouldn’t give for a proper shower.

“What?” I respond, rubbing my eyes with the backs of my hands.

He stands as I sit up, and he grabs a bottle of water from the chair. When he hands it to me, I swallow as I catch sight of his fingers. My cheeks heat, thinking back to the dream he just tore me from.

Holy shit.

I’m both irritated and thankful that he woke me up. I don’t like that he’s in my head. I don’t enjoy feeling out of control or flighty. I’ve always been a grounded individual. Responsible. Conscientious. I can’t have him parading around in my mind, unconscious or otherwise. Yet, there’s always been a part of me that’s wanted to let go. To think what I want. To feel what I want. To take what I want and break out of the monotony of the dull, everyday life I’ve survived for so long.

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