Page 16 of Buried Souls
“Ready?”
I whimper. He pushes the livid head into my pulsing core, stretching my opening until I’m fully wrapped around the swollen crown.
“Jesus Christ, Elena” he hisses, holding himself back. “You’re so tight.”
“It’s too much—” I croak, gasping at the feel of his cock stretching me so sublimely. “It’s too much.”
“No, it’s not nearly enough,” he groans, impaling me at last. His cock throbs as he rolls his hips, hovering over me. In and out, pressing the tip all the way to the end, then back out, again, endlessly, in long, torturous, deep motions.
“Harder,” I moan, my arms going around his strong back.
“Oh, little lamb, I’ve only just begun.” Niko chuckles while increasing his pace, drilling into me with ruthless yet unwavering determination. He fucks me hard and long, my slick coating him, leaking around his shaft, and making a puddle under me.
I hold on for dear life as he thrusts away, my pussy greedily absorbing the merciless hits. Heat rises in me, the sensationso magnificent that I can’t bear it any longer and I explode, convulsing under this complete stranger that I allowed into my body without a second thought. My pussy clenches violently, milking him.
“Mmmm, yeah, that’s good, that’sreallygood, Elena.” He groans as his balls tighten, erupting inside me, and coating my walls with him. “You’ve paid your debt for today. Tomorrow, we continue.”
CHAPTER 8
“Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall”
Thunder booms outside my window, jerking me awake. My eyessnap open, the room coming into focus as a bolt of lightning flashes across the midnight sky, illuminating the gloomy chamber.
My mind floods with images of me and that beast of a man, the one that ravished me after only minutes of laying eyes on me.
Nikolas.
I’ve never in my entire life slept with a man that quickly. Have never even allowed one to come near me unless I felt a deep connection to him. And yet, Nikolas has gotten under my skin with a mere glance in my direction. My morals and principles had abandoned me as soon as he stepped within my vicinity, sucking me into his orbit like a black hole. Swallowing up every logic and self-restraint.
I sit up, the bed covering falling from my body.
My underwear was ruined in yesterday’s run through the woods, I’ve only noticed their disheveled state after Nikolas left, leaving me embarrassed and ashamed that a man has seen me in such disarray.
I take pride in my otherwise well groomed state, in the meticulous attention that I always pay to having everything in its place and orderly.
I grimace, remembering the condition in which I left the kitchen downstairs.
I’ll have to do something about that. I won’t allow myself to stoop so low as to leave a mess after myself, especially not in a stranger’s house where I’ve already come in uninvited and ate food that hasn’t been willingly offered to me. Not to mention the chair that I broke, its many bits still scattered across the kitchen tiles.
“Not to mention the owner you screwed,” I mumble out loud, frowning as I finally get out of bed and search my surroundings for something to pull over myself. It’s grating on my nerves thatI don’t have my travel bag with me, leaving me incapable of changing into something more appropriate.
Rummaging through some boxes that I find at the back of an opulent wardrobe, I’m struck by the abundance of women’s clothing. Beautiful long gowns made of the finest silk and lace interlaced with gold and silver threads in every shade imaginable are pushed to the bottom of one such box, hidden underneath some faded bed sheets.
Picking one up, I inspect it, my fingers grazing the delicate fabric. It’s in a deep emerald hue, the slim narrow threads shimmering under the moonlight shining in through the window.
“Stunning,” I breathe, a sudden need to put the gown on overtaking me. “I shouldn’t...” My hand trembles as it holds the expensive material. “Oh, when are you ever going to get a chance to wear something so exquisite, Elena?” I inhale sharply. “No one will ever know.”
Wasting no time, I slip the gown over my head, lowering it over my exposed skin. It’s the perfect size, fitting me like a glove. I caress the soft silk. A chill spreads through me as I stand inspecting myself in the large oval mirror encased in an intricate brass frame adorned with roses and thorns, with a crack down its middle.
The tips of my fingers go numb, as if having been turned to ice. As if the nails will fall off at any given moment from the cold. I shiver, rubbing them, just as my gaze lands on their reflection in the mirror.
I gasp.
Blood seeps from under my nails, dripping down onto my palms and over my wrists, drenching both of my arms a deep red as the thick liquid spreads over my flesh.
“What is happening?”
Terror overtakes me as my flesh begins to fall off, the skinpeeling in thin layers, leaving my muscles and sinews exposed. Maggots crawl between them, eating away at the bones until all that remains is rot.
