Page 57 of Pretend
“I want to see you. Let mesee you break.” She reaches for my sweatpants, but I stop her by wrapping my hands around her wrist. Her fingers are frozen at the waistband.
“I will not be held responsible for what happens after you take my pants off. Do you get that? Can you process that? The things I want to do to you are unholy, sinful, and downright fucking cruel.” I whisper darkly, but most of all, depraved, and Creature takes over.
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ALESSIA
If we only have onenight to pretend we’re not breaking any rules, I’m taking full advantage of every hour the sun stays hidden.
I nod frantically and reach for his waistband, grabbing them, and my heart palpitates with excitement. I pull it down an inch, exposing his hair, wondering and begging to let this man give me more. This is already one hell of a night I won’t ever forget.
He just made me come so hard with a damn knife.
What else does he have planned?
The V of his torso is sculptured like a God. His veins protrude above his groin. I pull the waistband lower, each millisecond in slow motion, until finally, the pink of his shaft unveils.
He grabs my hair, pulling it from the base as he manhandles me roughly. I hiss from the pain, but I don’t pull away. I continue my mission to see him,fullysee him. Then, he whispers, pushing my head down as he growls into my ear, “Suck.” He orders.
One word has me dripping and already waiting for him to fill the void between my legs.
I oblige and continue to pull his pants down.
I gulp, hoping that my nervous swallows will lift my body’s self-coiling…buthis phone ringing on full blast does it for me. It snaps us out of the bubble we secluded ourselves in tonight. We were in our world for what felt like hours, and everything came crashing down like a violent, unforgiving tsunami into my spirit. The serene, secretive orb we immersed ourselves in depleted into the disastrous self-awareness of our cruel reality.
He groans, stiffening, and so do I. We lock eyes with each other, desperately breathing the thick tension of oxygen like we’re drowning…drowning in each other.
My hands are still holding his pants, but he forces me to let go, and my hopes drop with my hands.
“That’s my alarm system. Something is not right,” he looks around his home like he’s about to kill someone. It’s the same anxious expression he had at El Devine. Darkness sharpens his words and voice.
He grabs my wrist, “I’m sorry, Alessia.” He apologizes, but his words have a strange, vivid edge. And it hits me. I know that whatever we just shared is over and probably never going to happen again. I deflate like a balloon being popped, and his vibes rub off on me. Anxiety cripples underneath my skin like a fever.
Why would his alarm system go off in the middle of the night?
Is it…my stalker?
Is this just a coincidence, or does this happen all the time?
“Is something wrong? Is someone trying to break in?” I ask, shivers running up and down my spine.
I slowly get off him and sit on the couch, brushing my hair with my fingers. I cup my breasts with my forearms as he hands me the same towel I walked in with.
The intense, blissful moment slowly seeps away, like the night when it meets the sun. He reaches for his phone, which lies on the couch. He looks at the screen, his face falling into a stone-cold expression.
“It’s the cameras. There was motion detected.” He scours the screen up and down like he doesn’t want to deal with it, and his brows narrow like he’s upset…almost guilty.
“Oh, no. Daegan, what if it’s the human traffickers? What if it’s the people withthat list?” I can’t even finish my sentence. The fear of my stalker following me to Daegans place is paralyzing. Daegan stills while my eyes round. He frowns at me like I said something impossible.
Maybe I’m overthinking. Or maybe I’m not.
He walks out of the living room, his bloody hand still dripping all over the place, his hair disheveled from my constant tugging.
“I’ll take care of this. It could’ve just been a random animal walking by, and the sensors picked that up.”
He looks at his phone again, studying it until he finally exits, leaving me with my spiraling thoughts. His phone rings this time. Someone is calling him.
He heads for the door to his backyard, and I watch him, unable to move. I feel like I’m floating on clouds, struggling to come back down to the ground.
