Page 20 of Purgatory
I saw her, earlier, watching me from the window. My eyesight narrowed with blinders and focused on only her. The rest of the world fell away as her big, doe eyes froze in terror as she stared a line straight through my heart.
Why did she look so afraid of me? What the hell did the guys tell her about me? Yes, I wanted them to impress on her the importance of minding my room. And I was a bit sketchy with her arrival, but who wouldn’t be? I mean, apart from Cole and Hawk who have apparently adopted adevil may careattitude and threw all of our precautions to the wind.
We needed to keep our guards up but already, after just two days of being here, she’s already wiggled her way into it all. Infiltrated our carefully designed routine and transformed Cole and Hawk into cartoon characters with little hearts over their eyes, blind to everything but her. It's going to get them into trouble if they don’t watch their backs. Hell, after my reaction to seeing her through the window and at dinner, I’m in just as much trouble. But I know better. I’ve been there. Iwon’t go back. Not now. Not with how things are and how things ended last time.
Her shower show probably would have sealed the deal if the guys heard her before I did. No, we needed to keep our heads in the game or else it’ll be one of us gone to the waste like everyone else in this town. The dead were still out there. Somewhere. Danger lurked around corners everywhere and in every shape and form. And we needed to remember. Myself included.
The noises I heard when I slowly opened the bathroom door and then her final cry of ecstasy jump-started my dick and set it to hyperdrive. Even now, as I stretch out in my bed, trying to get some sleep, it’s her release that I hear on repeat.
Fuck, I’m never going to pass out with this raging hard-on...
I palm my dick and squeeze, attempting to quench the urge to focus on her. It’s futile though. Her face takes over my mind. Conquers it and claims it. She's all I can see right now, which is just plain sad. She’s just a girl. That’s it. I don’t need to go acting like a damn teenager just because I caught sight, and sound, of her. No, I need to get a grip.
Apparently, my hand doesn’t understand what my brain is telling me because the grip it takes is tightening and moving. Precum leaking from the tip aiding my hand. Those intense sounds from earlier flood my brain and it’s as if she’s right in front of me, coaxing me to keep going. Teasing me with her pouty, pink lips that I have no doubt are the same shade as her nipples, hidden from my vision, and begging to be set free and devoured.
Although I’ve never been up close to her, I can just imagine what she tastes like. What licking up her neck and biting into her flesh might feel like on my tongue. How her pussy would taste as it wept for me. The thought makes my mouth water and my hand move faster.
After a few hours, sleep finally comes... after I did... a couple of times. Exhaustion finally beating out the lingering thoughts in my brain of the girl that’s taken over. But with the hope of sleep also comes the dread of the nightmares. It's been a while since I’ve had them, but it seems after my interlude with Alessandra, I’m due for a reminder. To be pulled so far under that it feels like I'm right back in the thick of everything...and it’s only then, that I know I'm trapped....
Chapter 14
Alessandra
I wake, startled, in the middle of the night, to the sounds of grunts and muffled punches. I look to the left, narrow my eyes and tilt my head. The noises continue. They’re coming from the room next to mine. The forbidden room. Jax’s room.
I should mind my own business. I should turn over, put a pillow over my ears and go back to sleep. Try to ignore the sounds and the feelings they conjure within me. I worry about what’s happening in there. Is he ok? Did someone break in? Is it just a nightmare? Too many questions. Cole and Hawk said to stay away. I should listen to them. But more grunts come.
Curiosity gets the better of me. I end up crawling out of bed and open the door to the hallway. The sounds from his room are less noticeable out here than they were in my room so I slowly walk the short distance over to his doorway to listen better through the wood. I put my ear against the door and, once again, hear, what sounds like, struggling. I straighten and look around for the other guys. Both of their doors are closed so I assume they’re asleep.
It’s probably just a nightmare and I should go back to bed. Let it run its course. Nightmares never really hurt anyone. He should be fine in the morning. The second that thought enters my head, however, an object is thrown at the door, slamming so hard into it that the wood shakes with its impact, startling me enough to take a step back.
What the hell am I even doing?
Cole and Hawk made it clear to stay away from his room. The thought keeps on popping up in my head on repeat. That’s what I need to do, regardless of what’s going on in there. Regardless of how much it pains me to stay on this side of the door.
All of a sudden, a cry lets loose that sends shivers up and down my spine. It’s the sound of pain. White hot searing pain. I can’t take it anymore. No one makes those sounds and wants to endure something like that even if it is just a nightmare. I make up my mind and take it upon myself to check on him.
I knock a few times on his door, waiting for permission to enter. He doesn’t answer, but more sounds filter through, this time with the distinct sound of muffled yelling. Like he has his face pushed into a pillow.
That’s it...
I push the door open and see him twisted in his sheets. His face the vision of pain but, from what I can see, there’s no one else in the room, confirming my thoughts on the nightmare theory. He lets out another muffled scream and punches the headboard.
I walk over to the side of the bed and lean over him. Avoiding his flailing arms, I gently place my hand on his shoulder to try to wake him up out of his nightmare. His legs start to kick and I notice a thin blanket of sweat dotting his forehead.
“Jax... wake up... it’s just a dream...”
Quick as a flash, he throws himself up with a loud growl, arms flaring out, eyes wide and a snarl on his face. Before I can react, he grabs me by the throat, turns and pins me down on the bed. His intense eyes meet mine but don’t seem to be lookingatme, but rather,throughme, like he’s still in a dream state. His breathing gets heavier as his other hand takes my arms and pins them above my head. He situates his body overmine, straddling my hips, effectively immobilizing me.
My breath hitches at the sudden change in position. Fear floods my veins and adrenaline surges through me as well as another feeling I don’t know if I'm ready to admit yet. Fuck, I should have listened to the guys. “Jax, it’s Aly, stop.” I say weakly up to him. His large hand choking me. Stealing my ability to breathe.
He doesn’t pull back, though. His face is so close to mine but yet still not seeing me struggling beneath him. I try prying my hands loose to try and hit him but it’s no use so I rely on my legs to buck him off. That attempt is futile as well. His sheer size and muscle structure compared to my petite frame is overwhelming. I don’t stand a chance.
“Jax, please!” I strain my voice.
My vision starts to dot and I know it’s only a manner of seconds before I'm out when I notice a huge dog nudging and whimpering into his side. Suddenly, it’s like a fog clearing as he blinks his eyes a few times and stares down at me writhing underneath him. A shuddering breath pours out of him as he takes in our intertwined positions, and loosens his grip on my neck, allowing me to take in a lungful of air, but he doesn’t immediately move off of me...
The heat pouring off of his body settles onto me, as a fire starts in my own. My mind returns to earlier, to my first glance at him, then later at the lake, his intrusion in the bathroom and finally that piercing gaze from dinner. I won’t deny and say he hasn’t been on my mind, as much as the others. My once desolate imagination has been hijacked by these three and one of my muses is hovering over me like the sinful god he is. Even though, just a few minutes ago I was terrified, my mind has suddenly diverted, staring into the stars of his eyes, and I’m not ready to depart yet.
