Chapter Ten
I awoke with a jolt, my heart thudding rapidly beneath my sternum and a cold chill sweeping down my spine.
Something was wrong. I could feel it in my bones.
The air was thick with some unseen force, similar to the way I’d felt the night of Dad’s murder.
Only this time, sleep paralysis wasn’t holding me in place.
“Is someone there?” I whispered into the darkness, my voice hitching due to the nerves going to war inside of me.
My palms turned flat against the mattress as I worked to push myself into a sitting position, but there was a weight on my chest—something holding me down so I couldn’t get up. Fear pulsed through my veins as I helplessly stared out into the darkness.
“Mom?” I choked out.
A soft melody echoed through the room, similar to one I’d heard as a child. And then there was a voice—distorted, creepy, and childlike.
“Hush Little Martyr, don’t you scream. If you do, I’ll rip out your spleen. Your blood will pain the walls so red, but first, I’ll fuck you until you wish you were dead.”
My heart lurched into my throat, my entire body shaking. This was wrong. The voice changed halfway through the song, giving way to a man’s voice. It was dark and sinister, promising nothing short of violence and pain.
“It’s time we’ve finally met,” he murmured, the bed dipping beneath the man’s weight. “Officially.” He tugged at the blankets, but I was too frozen to do anything to stop it.
The cool air drifted over my exposed skin due to the air-conditioning, and I couldn’t fight the tremor that wracked my body.
“W-who are you?” I stammered, right as his cool hands flattened against my bare thighs.
“Alastair.” There was a hint of amusement in his tone as he said it, but my mind was too busy short-circuiting.
Alastair.
The doll.
I’d always believed in darker and more morbid things. Not ghosts or demons exactly, but I never ruled them out either. Possessed dolls, however … I’d never even considered it.
I was the one who brought the package inside. I opened it and brought the doll to my room. My parents never even knew about it. That meant … Dad’s murder was my fault. What happened to me that night was my fault. Just like my mom said.
“What do you want from me?” I whispered, shaking as his fingers trailed up the fabric of my sleep shorts and halted right at my waistband.
“Right now?” he asked, climbing higher up my body. “I want to fuck you.”
My breath stuttered out as the moonlight from outside revealed his features. He had the prettiest blue eyes I’d ever seen, and hair so dark it blended in with the darkness surrounding us. There was something ethereal about him. In theory, it made sense. He wasn’t supposed to be here.
“I’ve been watching you,” he continued, settling his weight on my ankles as he tugged at my shorts again, harder this time.
The sound of the fabric tearing reverberated throughout the room and my heart lurched into my throat.
“Ever since you brought the doll to your room. You fascinate me, Ember.” A cool gust of air hit my exposed legs and I reached forward, attempting to stop him from what he was about to do.
“Please don’t.” I whimpered, my fingers curling around his cold wrist. He was so cold, it had another chill sweeping down my spine.
“Shhh. You know how the original song goes. No crying.”
I might not have cared much about my father, but I’d seen what was done to him. It was beyond gruesome. I didn’t have a weak stomach by any means but seeing that was enough to make my belly twist.
I tried to push his hands away from me, but my body was trembling too much. It didn’t help that he felt like cold marble, either.
“I’ve thought about this moment a lot,” he added, moving his hands farther up my thighs.
A shudder of anticipation rolled through me, muddling with the shock and confusion taking up residency within my mind.
“First, I thought about making your dad watch as I fucked you. But he got on my nerves too damn much, so I ended up killing him instead. Then … I considered making your mom watch. But this is our first time and tainting it just felt wrong. Plus, after your conversation with her earlier, I’m not convinced she’d care. ”
A lone tear trickled down the side of my face, my fear steadily growing until it froze me in place. He spoke of it so casually—like killing and assaulting people was normal. I was far from virtuous but letting this man have me after the vile things he’d done was wrong. Right?
He tugged my ripped shorts away from my body at last, tossing them on the floor somewhere.
I suppose it didn’t matter if I wanted him or not.
He seemed content with taking it regardless.
And maybe I was fucked up, but a small part of me wanted him to.
Fucking my father’s killer? Yeah. That was a final ‘Fuck You’ to Daddy dearest. The thought might have made me smile if I wasn’t so terrified.
My heart flipped nervously when my underwear was drawn down my legs and tossed away just as carelessly as my shorts had been. My hands dropped to cover myself, a tremor pulsing though me.
My lips parted on another silent plea, but I thought better of it, rolling my lower lip between my teeth instead. It wasn’t like I had a boyfriend, and the boys at school mostly repulsed me.
Fuck. What was I even thinking?
“You’re so pretty when you’re scared,” he muttered. His voice was raspier than before, filled with excitement and anticipation.
I swallowed hard, my chest rising and falling with every nervous inhale. This was wrong. My mind spun, confusion tearing through me due to the conflicting thoughts. I moved to sit up, but his palm met my chest, pressing me back down against the mattress.
His other hand drifted between my parted legs, a jolt of surprise coursing through me from the unexpectedness of his touch.
“Relax,” he crooned.
His voice was like honey wrapped up in a blanket of silk.
It was soft and smooth, completely mesmerizing in its own right.
His weight left me momentarily, but I could sense him hovering over my body.
There was a lot of shuffling before he returned, and then his hands were on my thighs again, pushing them apart.
Panic shot through my veins when something smooth and hard pressed against my entrance. My hands snapped out, pushing against his chest with all the strength I could muster. He didn’t even move a muscle, completely unphased as I shoved at him.
“D-don’t,” I whimpered, another tear sliding down my cheek.
“I’ll be gentle.” He paused, a crease forming between his dark brows where the moon outside illuminated his features. “Maybe.”
My eyes widened, but before I could beg anymore, he was pushing forward. Anything I was about to say was cut off on a gasp of surprise, his cock stretching me with a slight burn. I slapped at his chest as he slid in deeper, pain shooting through the most sensitive parts of my body.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “I knew you wanted this. You’re already so wet for me.”
I shook my head, unable to force words through my lips. But he didn’t stop. He eased back a fraction, offering me a tiny amount of relief before slamming inside completely and severing that last barrier between us.
I cried out in agony, my fingers curling around his shirt as more tears fell.
He didn’t move. Just laid there, buried to the hilt inside of me as he waited for me to adjust.
“It’ll stop hurting after this,” he assured me, his voice softer than before.
My breath came out in wild, fast bursts and my head swam with a mixture of discomfort and pain.
A burning sensation began from where our bodies connected and expanded through the rest of my core, making it damn near impossible to think of much else.
A whimper escaped my defenses when my pussy fluttered around his girth, threatening to suck him in further.
Gentle my ass.
Somehow, this felt different than when Felix and his friends attempted to assault me. This felt dangerous, but exhilarating at the same time. I didn’t understand it. What was the difference, truly?
The pain slowly subsided, giving way to a soft throb between my thighs. My shoulders relaxed, my head spun, and the tension ebbed from my muscles. Alastair must have noticed it too, because that was when he began moving again. Soft at first, his cock sliding in and out with short, shallow thrusts.
“Oh,” I whimpered, pleasure spilling down my spine.
His breathing picked up and his head dropped forward as he lost himself to the sensation.
He was beautiful. Even his pale skin seemed to glow through the darkness of my bedroom, but I could still see most of his face—thanks to the window.
Dark hair fell before his eyes with the movement, nearly blocking them from view.
But even now, they were too light and blue not to notice.
“So tight,” he panted, his voice laced with raw desire.
Alastair began picking up his pace, thrusting harder, faster, and even deeper than before.
The bed rocked beneath our weight, ecstasy shooting through my veins from the sparks of pleasure entering me.
I began to lose myself; my head clouded with nothing but the need for him.
This was wrong. Logically, I knew that. But fuck.
It felt so good. My fingers drifted through his hair, curling around the silky strands as my back arched off the mattress.
“That’s it, Little Martyr. Give it all to me.”
I didn’t understand the nickname, but I didn’t care to. It sounded so sexy rolling off his tongue and only made me want this more.
His movements became more frantic, his body forcing mine further into the mattress with every thrust. Soft moans tumbled from my lips, and my head fell back, desire washing over me completely. His grunts and pants filled the room, followed by the sound of his skin slapping against mine.
My hands dropped from his hair and slipped beneath his shirt instead. His body was hard and smooth, so unlike what I’d expect a man’s to be. I was under the impression they were hairy and muscly, but not Alastair. He was tone and lean with smooth skin. I liked that.
My fingertips brushed over the hard ridges of his abs before drifting to meet his ribs. He shuddered beneath my touch, and his response only excited me more.
There was something about this man—demon—or whatever the fuck he was. It intrigued me more than anything ever had. I wanted him to want me; to show me things I’d never experienced in my lifetime or that I never would.
Maybe it made me as twisted as him, but it wasn’t like I had much going for me anyway. So, I didn’t bother fighting it anymore. I pulled him closer and let go, my body shattering around him as cries spilled from my lips.
A few thrusts later, he followed behind me, his warmth filling my body as he let go too. And then he collapsed, breathing heavily while he worked to regulate his breathing.
And I knew I was a goner.