Page 40 of Hollow House
My eyes stung with tears, and I could barely see him. Blood stained the ground beneath me, and I tried not to let my gaze drop, but I failed.
“Love,” the Wraith said.His voice pulled my stare up, like a siren beckoning me into his grasp. I was helpless against his pull. “Don’t cry for him,” he said. “He was a predator.”
“I know,” I managed to choke out.
“Let me help you forget,” he said. “Let me distract you until the pain and memory fades away.”
I didn’t know what to do or say. No one forced that knife into my hands. Not a single person in the room made me stab him.
I’d done that all on my own.
Maybe I was as terrible as the rest of them.
“We should call for help, save him,” I said, a spark of reason snapping me out of my state.
“He’s gone now,” the Wraith said.He reached out, pulling me into his lap, and I curled into his body.
Our lips collided again in a mess of kisses. Tears still fell down my face, and I knew they streaked his face from proximity. I tried not to think about it, not to feel, but I failed miserably. I felt everything.
He lowered me down and pulled back to watch my face for approval. I knew I shouldn’t; this entire night was fucked, but what was one more thing when my morality was completely gone? I nodded, needing something more.
My back pressed into something wet, but all I could focus on was the man above me.
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. I tensed, already anticipating its entrance. At first, he was slow, almost hesitant. His eyes watched me for any sense of regret, waiting for me to pull away.
Would he kill me too if I did?
My mind raced back to the rooftop, to what he said. Those who stayed with him found their success, their deepest desires.
That was everything I searched for, everything I had been working toward, the dream I continually grasped for and never seemed to reach, that Darren kept me from. This was it.
All I had to do was accept what he was offering.
A spot with him…with the rest of the Hollow Society. Those who had everything ripped from them by the world. Those who had become hollow inside, desperate enough to do anything to escape the pit they were slipping into.
I felt that darkness pulling me down.
He devoured me in a single thrust, his cock pushing inside me until I felt myself arching into him. My head tipped backagainst the hard floor. This wasn’t the same lust-filled sex as before. It wasn’t gentle or caring. It was completely primal.
My hands reached for him, landing on his hardened abdominal muscles. I let them wander along them, tracing his tattoos. A skull sat in the center of them all, staring back at me. I was damned.
Pain rushed through me as I felt him stretch my pussy, my wetness doing little to help how large his dick was. With everything that happened, there wasn’t enough foreplay to even be considerably wet.
Still, I felt myself unraveling beneath him.
With each thrust, I lost a bit more of myself, the person I was no longer an option. I forged a new path for myself, one where I was selfish and chose myself over everything.
He slipped off and moved to lie beside me.
His strong arms moved me to sit on top of him. I positioned his cock at my entrance as I had before and let myself slip down onto it. The pain of the hard floor against my knees was welcomed.
My mind wandered, thinking back to everything the night was. Every little brush and touch of skin, every kiss, every moment like this. Each was met with something unexplainable. Maybe this place was haunted, the stories kids told to explain the house on the hill all true. The people I had seen, presences felt—how else could I explain that? How many lives had been taken here?
Damon walked me into a room a few away from the room we’d been in. I watched people rush by us dressed in hazmat suits toclean up the mess I made, the one I couldn’t walk away from now.
“Stop thinking about them,” he demanded, grabbing my hand and squeezing. “You have nothing to regret here. You did what was right.”
What was right…
