Chapter 27 Winona Bishop #2
“Doesn’t it look pretty?” he asks in a sadistic tone. “That’s not something you see every day. Enjoy the show.” He lights a match and flicks it at the body, setting it on fire.
I freeze.
Their hands no longer hold me.
Their voices are gone.
Only the warmth of the crackling fire surrounds me.
“Winona, run!”
A distant voice issues commands.
I know that voice.
I love her voice, even though she controls every aspect of my life and cages me inside the house.
The pungent smell of the burning body assaults my nose, making me gag.
“Run!” Grandma yells as the tall flames sway toward me. She grabs my wrist and yanks me forward, pulling me away from them. “Come on, sweetie. We have to go.” Worry laces her tone, yet we quickly find our way out of the circus.
“Hey, it’s okay, I’m here.”
My eyes snap open as I wake from another nightmare, except… It’s not.
I was there.
I was in the circus.
I saw him running away the night he killed Dick.
I saw Reeve.
A hand grips my throat while sleep still cloaks me. “You’re going to come for me like a good girl, but only when I tell you to,” he growls in my ear, and a sleepy smile crosses my mouth.
The fine hairs on his leg tickle my ankle as he brushes against me. I squeal as Reeve yanks me from bed.
“Let’s play hide and seek.”
“Yeah, let’s, when I can only hide on this floor,” I sass, giving him a playful glance. He knows why. He fucked me to oblivion last night, and I can barely stand.
“That’s the best part. I just want to have my way with you,” he says, biting the corner of his lip as he breaks into an adorable smirk. He brings his hand to wrap around my throat. “Scream for me when I catch you.”
“Make me.”
“Oh, I will.”
Desire pools in my core for him. I still get butterflies thinking about his hand necklace tattoo.
We spend our days sharing everything we’ve experienced during our time apart. We cook meals and read books together. We have plenty of sex. We dance, play board games, and enjoy watching the stars when we need some quiet time.
Right as his tight ass disappears downstairs, I crawl under the bed. My wobbly knees are like noodles; I can hardly stand upright. I stay as quiet as a mouse, taking each breath slowly to avoid making any sound.
The dark skies outside merge with the gloom inside the tower as the light dims.
Great.
Now, he took my ability to see.
I don’t think diving headfirst under the bed was the best idea. My head’s still fuzzy, but adrenaline is starting to kick in.
I perk up my ears to hear his footsteps, but there are none. If the stairs had been made of wood, they might have creaked, but they’re made of concrete.
My eyelids drift shut as I strain to hear the sound of his breathing, swallowing, or the soft flick of his tongue across his lips.
Nothing.
Silence prevails.
My heartbeat picks up pace.
I rest my head on my forearms, trying to relax.
This is so Reeve-coded.
There’s something about these games we started playing that makes me feel terrified and alive at the same time. I don’t know what to expect, but I know my body craves the mystery.
He is unpredictable, yet he is to me.
He is dangerous, yet I feel safe with him.
He’s impossible and undefinable, yet some of his layers have me seeing colors I’ve never experienced before.
I will always be the best version of myself with Reeve because he pushes me to explore and cross boundaries I’ve never crossed before, even when he was around.
This is the best version of us, and we’re still evolving.
“Boo.”
I jump out of my skin when Reeve’s dark voice meets my ear. He grabs my legs with both hands and yanks me out from under the bed. “You can’t hide from me, Winona. Not in this lifetime. And not the next.”
Yeah…
I know he’s not talking about the game; it’s always been about me. I’ve told him countless times that he can’t hide from me, and I meant it because our stars aligned the moment we met. It was inevitable. We exposed ourselves to each other in hopes of being seen. And we were.
He helps me to my feet and then throws me onto the mattress.
“Are you wearing night vision goggles?” I chuckle as I break free from his grip, but he catches me quickly.
“Yes. Let’s have fun with your other senses.”
The scent of sandalwood clings to my skin with subtle hints of leather and cigarettes as I kick against him.
“Nah, nah, nah, little lady. You stay right here.” He grabs my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed. I grab a pillow and throw it at his chest. “I’m gonna watch you come undone, and all you need to do is listen and feel our bodies pleasure each other.”
Two fingers slip inside me, and I moan at the sweet intrusion. They massage my walls, working me delectably, and making me even wetter than before.
“Already drenched,” he says in his praising voice.
How can I resist him?
He’s all I ever wanted.
And out of all the people in the world... he chose me.
His lips press my shin, my knee, nipping a spot on my inner thigh before dragging his tongue toward my center.
He pinches my erect nipples, eliciting a moan from deep in my throat.
I buck my hips and grind against his tongue, feeling him slip away.
He licks a straight line all the way up to my mouth.
“I like that,” I whisper against his lips.
“I know,” he replies, slapping my breast. “Stay here.”
His warmth disappears for a brief moment before he returns to push a pillow under my hips, then crosses and folds my legs against his chest. In one thrust, Reeve is balls deep inside me.
I grip the sheets tightly as a wave of tingles rushes through me.
Reuniting with my husband feels like a song I’ve loved and known by heart for many years, but I haven’t listened to it in a while. Now I’m reminiscing about it, knowing all the words and rediscovering it all over again.
“You like to be fucked like a little animal.”
I feel every ridge of him ramming into me with powerful strokes. This position makes everything ten times more arousing and deep.
The half-smile on my face slowly turns into a smirk.
“Captured,” he playfully remarks.
His vigorous thrusts echo through the tower, accompanied by vibrations that resemble my vibrator. Our heated skin melds together as our souls ignite.
“When did you figure out it was me?” He presses the vibrator to my clit, and I squirm in his hold to the delicious assault, but he keeps me pinned in place.
“What do you think?” I sass back.
“Just tell me,” he speeds up the device and his thrusts.
“No.”
“Winona, stop being a brat,” he grits out.
“You left me.”
“Will you use it for the rest of our lives?”
“What makes you think we will stay together after this?” I have no idea what we are supposed to do once we go back. Our lives are so different. We’re different.
“Not funny.” He hits the right spot repeatedly, creating a knot so tight in my core that everything burns. “You’re mine.”
“I was.”
He bumps the intensity to the max in response to my bratty answers, eliciting a scream from me.
Buzzing, I let this euphoric sensation consume me.
“I knew it was you when I looked into your eyes,” I admit, my breath ragged. “I thought I was losing it, but something inside me just felt you. How could I not recognize you? I breathe you, Reeve. You are my life.”
“Fuck, Baby.”
The piercings rub against my walls as he pounds into me, doubling his efforts. My eyes roll. I convulse around his thick cock. Fireworks go off behind my closed lids.
He pulls out unexpectedly with a frustrated growl, and I grunt in response to his absence.
“Please put it back.”
He thrusts his cock back inside, stuffing me to the brim.
Every nerve ending is on fire, and that fire burns me alive. A tingling sensation pricks my skin. I spasm around him, my walls clutching him tightly, refusing to let go.
“Don’t stop,” I shudder. “I’m coming.”
The intense wave of pleasure wracks through my body. The exchange of fluids brings me the happiest grin I’ve had in years. Our cum runs down my thigh, and he pushes it back into my pussy with his thumb.
“One day, I will breed you and watch you become the mother of our children. We can practice a thousand times until then.”
“I’m surprised you haven’t tossed my birth control pills into the river yet.”
“I’ve thought about it a few times, but we need to figure out a few things first and get out of here.
Plus, as much as I want kids, I wouldn’t do that to you without your permission.
And I just got you back. I need you all to myself a little longer.
” He leans in to kiss me, and I jerk him toward me.
He crashes down on me and rolls to the side, pulling me on top of him.
“Are you okay?” he asks, tucking a lock behind my ear and gently brushing my hair.
I listen to his steady heartbeat and say, “Yeah…”
“What is it?”
I sigh. “We’re different from who we were, yet still the same.”
“It’s a good thing.”
I nod and press my head to his chest.
This entire week has been heavenly, but I know danger is still right around the corner. The question is, when and where will it strike?
I need more time with him.