Page 71 of Chain Me
No care.
Just need that outlasted the soreness from the last time he’d taken me like this.
A scream caught in my throat, smothered by his palm. My head fell back. All I knew was pleasure and pain as I let my eyes close and rode every deep, punishing thrust.
With every one, I clawed at him, demanding more, more, more. Everything.
Only he had the power to erase my mind.
All I had to do was feel.
All I had to do was fall.
But even the Devil couldn’t extend the violent descent from Heaven.
Eventually, we both crashed, breathless and senseless. His mouth was on my neck. My hands were clutching fistfuls of his suit jacket, but even buried inside me, crushing me with his weight, he wasn’t close enough. His presence couldn’t snuff out the fear. The guilt. The doubt.
“Look at me.” He caught my chin in his palm, forcing me to meet his gaze.
I saw nothing there but silver. It blinded me just long enough for him to shrug his suit jacket from his shoulders and draw it around me. There was no one in the hallway beyond the private box as he helped me from the sideboard and pulled me out after him.
Any usher we passed said nothing but a cheerful greeting, and the rest of our surroundings blurred as he led me through winding corridors, then out into fresh air. Eventually, we entered his car.
The driver pulled off without a word, returning us to that secluded manor in the hills. I wondered if he owned it. I wanted to ask. Something trivial. Something mindless that might devolve into pointless small talk. My lips sprang apart, but by then, he was already hauling me out onto the curb and up the front walkway.
The door opened automatically, held by an unseen figure. I could only make out a blur of formless features before I found myself being dragged up the stairs. Into my bedroom.
There, in the darkness, he shoved the jacket from my shoulders, leaving my body bare. One bruising kiss robbed me of my senses. Then the mattress struck the back of my legs before he shoved me onto it fully.
Another kiss stopped time, kept eternity at bay.
I moaned, arching into every touch, every stroke, extending the barrier between reality.
Silk and ice became my world.
The only thing that mattered was feeling.
As long as he stayed.
In the Gray
Sleep was the one realm Dublin couldn’t follow me into, and alone, I traversed a hellscape of memories with nothing to shield myself from the pain.
Shadowed specters watched me, peeking from beyond a darkened veil. Only snippets of their faces were ever visible, but I knew their identities well enough.
Georgie. My parents. Death.
They all taunted from the abyss, cackling at my attempts to chase them away. But sprinkled in between their insults was a cruel truth that never ceased to echo.
Deformed.
Abomination.
Unnatural.
I startled awake, but reality was just as unwelcoming: a labyrinth of twisted sheets threatening to suffocate me. My fingers fanned out desperately, finding only empty, frozen space. Alone, I writhed, screaming my throat raw—but no real sound came out. Just gasping, broken whimpers. Sobs. Cries.
Despair weighed on my chest, crushing every ounce of air from my lungs.
