Page 4 of Embracing My Nightmare
The bar was slower than usual tonight, the music pumping from the jukebox as Hayden and I worked to keep everyone’s glasses full and the customers happy. All too soon, it was time for last call, and I felt him rub against my ass for the hundredth time tonight.
I turned, only inches separating our faces, and spoke so only he could hear me. “When they're gone,” I motioned with my head to the quickly dwindling crowd, “I want you to fuck me like you’re mad at me. You up for that?” I asked, my eyes wandering to his length pressed against his tight jeans.
He leaned in and whispered against my ear, “I’ll fuck you like the world’s mad at you.”
I raised my eyebrow as I turned back to the waiting customers and made the last drinks for the evening. Hayden and I waited for the last customers to finish, and after we collected all the empty glasses and bottles, cleaned, and restocked, I went looking for Hayden in the back office. He had gone to secure the money in the safe as I let the two waitresses out the front door and locked us in the tavern, alone.
I turned the lights off, the silent bar giving me a cold feeling up my spine as I maneuvered through the tables and upturned chairs. My brain was screaming to grab my gun, but I knew we were alone in the bar, so I shook the feeling off. My boots sounded on the floor as I walked around the side of the bar and down the long hallway toward Hayden’s office. The only lights shining were coming from under the doors of the restrooms and the two hanging over the pool tables near the start of the hallway. I could see the light shining from under Hayden’s office door at the end of the hall as I walked away from the memories for the night.
A noise coming from the men’s bathroom had me slowing as I moved down the darkened corridor. My hands clench as I slowly opened the door, only to find the tiled room empty. Chuckling to myself, I closed the door behind me and stepped toward my evening of pleasure. I only made it a single step before the women’s bathroom door opened, a large hand covered my mouth, and I was dragged into the small room.
My breath was coming in short pants as I felt the large man press me against the door, rocking his hard length against my ass. Where did he come from? I watched Hayden check the back hallway before we locked the doors.
I struggled against the man, trying to push myself away from the door to give me room to defend myself. He was solid, and with each small twist of my body under his, he pressed harder against me. His breath on the back of my neck was causing an abnormal reaction in my brain as he held me to the door. I wanted to fight him, but somehow, I knew I had never been safer in my life than in that moment.
My grunts coming from behind his large hand were echoing softly in the bathroom and I feared Hayden would come looking for me soon. The last thing I wanted was for him to get hurt trying to defend me. I wasn’t special. Whoever this man was, I needed to reason with him.
I felt him lean his mouth closer to my ear, and I stilled in his grasp. “Are you going to stop fighting me, lamb?” His deep voice surrounded me, and I felt myself relaxing into his hold.
Nodding quickly, he continued, “If I move my hand, are you going to make any noise? Are you going to make me hurt your little boyfriend?” He spat the words out like they physically hurt.
Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes as I shook my head. He kept his promise and had come back for me. I knew he would kill without remorse, and if anythinghappened to Hayden because of me, I would never forgive myself. He slowly moved his hand from my mouth, but he never moved an inch of his body away from mine. He leaned in closer as he flexed his hips slightly against my ass and placed his other hand on the door next to my head.
My panties became damp as he ran his nose up the column of my neck. His large hand gripped the front of my throat and he turned my head to the side as he breathed me in. It was as if he was absorbing my essence, and I felt myself tremble under him—not from fear but from uncertainty. I kept my eyes closed, afraid to look upon the face of the nightmare that had plagued me for over nine years.
When I was first adopted and moved into Roger and Sally’s house at age ten, I started having night terrors almost immediately. They didn’t happen every night, but when they did, it took me days to shake off the feeling of doom and despair that followed. I never understood the dreams, and I was glad I learned to pull myself out of them. Fear that Roger and Sally would punish me for disturbing them became the catalyst for my insomnia. Maybe that’s why they drugged me, but I’ll never know the answer.
The last time I had the familiar night terror was the sleep I had awoken from the evening of their murders. Since that night, it’s been a twisted face of evil that interrupts my dreams, promising to make me his as he destroys me. He replaced one nightmare with another, and now he was here to finish the job.
“Did you miss me, lamb?” he asked as he inhaled my scent deeply.
His thumb stroked the side of my neck with reverence as I forced my eyes to stay closed. His large cock was pressed against my ass and his hard body was practically vibrating behind me as I stood perfectly still. I knew I reeked of alcohol and smoke, but I secretly hoped he liked the way I smelled.
Fuck!What was wrong with me?
“I asked you a question. Did. You. Miss. Me?” His grasp on my neck became firmer but not enough to do any damage.
“Yes.” His grip relaxed, and he exhaled a breath against my light brown hair.
With a flick of his hand, he turned the light off, casting us into near darkness, and my heart thundered in my chest. With a quick spin, my back was to the door and his grip on my neck was direct yet lax as he pressed his body against mine. I could feel his smile casting down on me in the dark, promising me more than I was ready for. My eyes were adjusting in the darkened room, and his features were taking shape. Trying to take everything into memory, I gazed over the shadows of his body.
“Elise? Where are you?” Hayden’s voice sounded through the bathroom door and the grip on my throat grew tighter.
Leaning over, he whispered into my ear, his tone menacing and direct, “Get rid of him. You and I have a few things to discuss.”
“How? He’s expecting me, and it’s not like I can act like I left. My purse is still behind the bar.”
I could see his cold blue eyes shining in the dark room and I was afraid that my refusal to do what I was told would get Hayden and me both killed. Chuck had always encouraged me to be assertive, but this may well be the time it blew up in my face.
“Please don’t hurt him,” I whispered, placing my hands on his firm chest, running them upuntil I felt his heart beating under my palm.
“Do you love him?” he growled as I heard Hayden walk back into the bar, calling my name like I was playing a game of hide-and-seek.
“No. Of course not,” I responded, hurt that he would think anyone but him, my nightmare and my savior, owned my twisted black heart.
I wanted him to rip my clothes off and fuck me with the giant cock that was pressed against my crotch, for him to make me fall apart like I knew only he could. It was like my soul called to the dark killer inside of him and I prayed he didn’t smell my arousal. Since the moment I realized it was him, my pussy had been drenched with need.
“Good.” His grip was gone from my neck, and he leaned down and whispered into my ear, “It’s time for you to show me your gratitude for letting him live.” He stepped back and I felt like someone had slapped me.
