Chapter Five
When I finally managed to get home, I threw open my bedroom door and slipped inside. I was still shaken up by what had transpired, my body still trembling from the fear, rage, and adrenaline. My hands slid through my long black bangs, tears trickling down my cheeks as if they’d never stopped.
The sound of a distinct lullaby echoed distantly through the room—one I knew by heart.
Hush Little Baby, don’t say a word, Mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird…
I glanced around in confusion, trying to place where the sound was coming from. It was possible that Mom was playing it for Isabella. Deciding that made the most sense, I stripped down to nothing, feeling more disgusted with myself than ever before.
I wasn’t ready to face my parents yet. Instead of heading to the shower like I desperately wanted, I climbed into bed cocooned myself beneath the covers.
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I awoke with a start, my heart slamming against my ribcage. A thick presence filled the room like black ink, but there was nothing there. My breathing came out quickly and irregular as I attempted to move, but sleep paralysis had set in, preventing me from doing so.
Slowly, the blankets were tugged from my naked body. My first thought was those stupid jocks came to finish me off, only … there was no way for them to get into the house.
My heart hammered wildly, shadows dancing around my peripheral. I tried my hardest to pry my lips open, but it was futile. The moon’s light bled through the window, casting a small light on the wood near it.
The doll, Alistair, peered back at me. He was seated in the same spot I’d left him, his blue eyes locking onto mine. Only … they seemed more realistic now.
A soft hum vibrated through my room, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end. It was a similar hum the birds had made days ago, only it was more distorted and sinister now.
A whisper cut through the bizarre sound, causing me to flinch. “Ember.”
Oh God.
Panic speared through my chest, locking my body in place as potently as the sleep paralysis did.
I had to be dreaming. There was no way in Hell this was real.
“Such a pretty little virgin,” the man’s voice went on, a ghost of a touch skimming the inside of my thigh.
I jerked away, not that it did any good. It was the most I could move.
Someone was in here with me. He knew I was a virgin, which was something only Lizzie knew. It wasn’t like I went around boasting about it. My mind spun, but my thoughts were all jumbled.
I bit the inside of my lip hard, anything to wake me up from this horrid nightmare. Copper flooded my mouth and coated my tongue, but I was still here—stuck and at the mercy of some stranger who’d somehow managed to get past our security system.
His hands skimmed the valley of my thighs again, going higher and higher until he was way too close to my most intimate area. Tears stung my eyes, my body vibrating with fear.
His hands were pale, his skin smoother than any man’s had the right to be.
As he drew closer, the bed shifting under his weight, I caught a glimpse of his sharp jawline and inky black hair. Right before he descended on me. His mouth met my center, causing me to gasp through the small gap between my lips. His tongue was wet and smooth—slightly cold even.
Tears leaked from my eyes, the feeling of helplessness washing over me. I was being assaulted against my will, and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
His groan of approval let me know how much he was enjoying this, his hands drifting up my body and settling along the curve of my hips. His tongue slid in deeper, hitting a spot that even I knew he shouldn’t be able to reach. A soft moan got lodged in my throat, heat spreading throughout my body.
“Come for me,” he urged, his breath fluttering against my pussy.
I clamped my eyes shut, trying to do any and everything to disobey his order.
His breathy chuckle was the last thing I heard, almost as if he knew exactly what I was doing. He descended again, licking a trail up my slit before plunging his long ass tongue in my sacred hole again. I writhed beneath him—as much as I could with my muscles being locked in place.
Whatever hold he’d had on me snapped, the breath rushing into my lungs much more easily now. I licked my dry lips, panting as he devoured me with ruthless ferocity.
“Please.” I whimpered, struggling against the imaginary binds that still held me captive.
I’d never been in a state of sleep paralysis like this before. How could I move my mouth but not my body?
“Stop…” My words broke off into a moan, my body seeming to enjoy whatever sick and twisted shit he was doing to me.
The man only gripped my hips tighter, so hard I could feel them bruising. His tongue slid up my throbbing center, lapping at my clit again. Desire pooled in my stomach, amplifying the heat that was already there.
I shouldn’t want this. I’d nearly been assaulted hours ago, and here I was now. Being assaulted by a stranger and somehow enjoying it.
His tongue dipped back into my hole, his deep rumbling growl vibrating through me. My legs shook, my breathing growing heavier the more he continued.
“Oh,” I whimpered, clamping my eyes shut.
“Come all over my fucking tongue like the dirty little slut you are,” he encouraged, his voice scratching an itch in the back of my brain. He sounded otherworldly.
Slut.
I always hated that word. But it sounded so sexy spilling from his lips.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
The heat in my core amplified, his tongue returning to the spot I craved him most. My hips bucked off the bed, almost like the invisible constraints tying me down had snapped. I reached forward, my fingers drifting through soft, thick hair.
I could have shoved him off me and ran. So why didn’t I? Instead, I kept bucking my hips in tune with each swipe of his long tongue.
My breathing picked up, stars bursting behind my eyes as that heat in my abdomen expanded. With one last swipe of his mouth, I was shattering, falling into an eternal abyss of sinful pleasure. A loud moan rocked through me, followed by a series of unintelligible curse words.
“Mine,” he growled.
And then he was gone, disappearing into thin air like he’d been created from the darkest parts of my mind and was nothing more than a figment of my imagination.