Page 15 of Anathema
Eli slid my laptop aside and crawled over to where I sat, pulling himself up on his knees and placing a hand on either side of my hips.
“Where do you want me to sleep,princess?” His eyes dropped to my mouth, and I bit the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste iron on my tongue—these goddamn men.
Forget the files, Alexis… Go home.Fuck, I really missed sex…
Pressing my palm to his chest, I forcefully pushed Eli back and got up from the bed.
“Not tonight, Eli. I’m exhausted and not doing this with you.” I sighed, picking up my backpack and sliding the strap over my shoulder.
He turned to face me, still kneeling beside the mattress, the look of hurt and desperation written clearly across his pretty face.
“Then when, Alexis? When will you give me a chance?” He asked, a plea in his voice.
God, I was such a sucker for a man down on his knees for me. But he wasn’t the man I wanted in that position. Not even close.
“When the man I want no longer exists,” I replied softly, leaving his apartment and returning to mine.
Lately,mydreamshavebeen overrun with visions of Derek. I fought him off as hard as I could, but there was always that tiny speck of insanity that called out to him, begging for him to take me away from myself. My inner demons crying out, pulling me down deeper into the darkness.
Derek was a light, guiding me to the surface for air, but I like it here in the abyss; it’s comforting, where no one could hurt me or hear me scream.
We are weak if we give in to the vices that control us, and he makes it so damn hard to walk away from the most decadent of guilty pleasures. He was made for sinning. Derek would destroy me if I let him in, yet I continued to leave my door unlockedregardless of that fact—funny that I would do something so reckless and self-destructive.
On second thought, that was so me.
As I slept in my warm bed, I could feel fingertips gliding along my collarbone, a whisper of a touch, before a hand wrapped itself tightly around my neck. Not enough to cut off my breathing but enough to cause me to lose the ability to speak—pressing into my windpipe.
With a weak and strained inhale, my eyes flared open to a dark shadow hovering over me. I wrapped my hands around their forearm, digging my nails in as deep as they would go and trying my hardest to break their skin.
My masked assailant wore a dark hoodie, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his face covered in shadows; I could barely make out his eyes. His hands were rough, and I could feel the fabric of his jeans graze along my skin as he climbed on top of me, pressing my body deeper into the mattress.
Was this how I was going to die? Strangled to death by a faceless man? A stranger in the night.
He pulled down his mask, and I caught a glimpse of his lush lips before he brought his face down to the side of my neck, breathing me in deeply. I was trembling beneath him, but not in fear; oh no—this nightmare was turning me on. Leave it to me to get off on fucked up situations.
Adrenaline coursed through my veins like river rapids before plunging straight between my thighs, which I didn’t realize until now that I had already pressed tightly together. I could feel myselfgetting wetter by the second; I only hoped he wouldn’t reach down to find out for himself.
A hand slid up the inside of my thigh, and I spread them willingly for him. My traitorous body was hungry—starved—for what it had been begging so hard for the past few days. She was a slut for a good time, and she knew he would be capable of satisfying her every fucking need.
The masked man let out a deep-throated growl as his palm cupped my soaking cunt. What a nice surprise for him—to know that he got me so wet without even trying.
The demons that plagued me thrived on this. Drank it up like starved fucking wolves.
“Pl-ease…” I attempted to beg, my voice coming out barely above a whisper.
My windpipe was straining against his hold, my voice sounding more like a wheeze than actual words.
A soft moan escaped my throat as he slid a finger inside me. It felt so good that I rolled my hips for more. He added a second, pumping me slowly, enough to tease and drive me wild, my breaths accelerating.
I bit my bottom lip and whimpered as he adjusted himself between my legs, his hand never leaving my throat, as his fingers continued their pleasure-inducing strokes.
Over my needy moans, I could hear the sound of a buckle being undone and the slide of a zipper. I sucked in a sharp breath at the realization of where that sound had come from and what it meant for me.
Was I going to let this happen? Was I going to let him fuck me?
His hand felt so good that it was hard even to consider telling him to stop. I needed the release; I wanted to come all over this man’s dick; I didn’t care who he was. The thought alone turned me on even more.
A tear streaked down the side of my face, and he pressed down a little harder on my throat, my eyes slowly rolling to the back of my head.
