29. Phoebe
My body is on fire and filled with ecstasy, as I orgasm again and again without being able to stop, or catch my breath. I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve cummed now. Every cell inside of me is alight with energy, and screaming with pleasure. Sinclair’s fingers tighten on my throat, as he pounds into me with his hard, thick cock, bringing wave after wave of rapture to my core. His hand slaps down on my tingling, hardened nipples, and I cry out, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I gasp. “ Cumming, please, oh fuck, please don’t stop,“ I beg like the slut I am, for him to keep using me like his own personal sex doll. It’s almost too much, how hard he’s fucking me, using my body for his own pleasure. The way my wetness is pouring out of me in loud obscene sounds, and he’s obstructing my ability to breathe. “Fuck, fuck, oh fuck,” I cry out again and again, my voice nothing but a whisper. I never thought I would be into breath or impact play, but here I am fucking loving it. “ Mine! You are fucking mine!“ Sinclair growls, his voice sounding more animalistic than human. Anothe r wave carries me over, suffocating me under all the overpowering sensations swallowing me whole, and I have to force myself not to seek the darkness of oblivion.
“You fucked up, Phoebe. I can never let you go now. You belong to me.“ His words reach me in my blissed-out state, and instead of frightening me, they cause me to tremble with pleasure, as my skin still buzzes with electricity. That was the best sex I have ever had. I have never cum so hard, or so many times, as I just did now. Fuck, nothing could have prepared me for that intensity. I humorously notice that he still has me bent in half, his heavy body pressing against my straining and shaking legs.
Sinclair releases his hold on my neck, giving my nipple a tweak, and I feel him pull his still-hard cock out of my tight hole. Wetness instantly trickles out of me, and slips between the crack of my asscheeks. Fuck, he cummed inside of me. We hadn’t discussed whether he would do that. Instead of it causing me anxiety like it should, it fills me with further pleasure, and I know I’ve pretty much lost my damn mind. I feel him move off the bed, and I try to force my weary eyelids to open. “Keep them closed, beautiful,” he demands, and I don’t question it, allowing my body to further melt into the soft mattress and luxurious sheets. A shocked gasp leaves my lips as I feel his fingers stroking me, and then my legs lower with his body, and his warm tongue is on my swollen pussy. Fuck, I think I’ve died and gone to orgasm heaven. He licks my clit, his fingers pushing his cum back inside of me, and his tongue following, cleaning me up from puckered asshole to clit and back again, before he shoves his tongue back inside of my tight hole, and I scream. “Oh... fuck!” It’s so dirty and sexy, him cleaning me up with his mouth, making sure he gets every last drop.
I’m just about to make a silly joke when the door to the room slams open with a massive bang, scaring the hell out of me, and making me jump out of my skin and scream. “I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU, AIDEN!” A loud voice yells, and I hear things crashing all around us. Sinclair gets up and pushes me back further on the mattress. I can’t see around him, to who’s in here screaming, but once my lust-drugged brain processes the words spoken, terror fills me. Aiden. He said he was going to fucking kill Aiden. It’s like I’m trapped in a horror film, where everything all of a sudden moves in slow motion. I turn my terrified gaze to Sinclair, only to witness him ripping off the devil’s mask he was wearing while fucking me, and giving me a pained look over his shoulder, as he blocks me from the other person in the room.
No! No, this can’t be fucking happening! I jump up and grab the sheet, wrapping it around myself. My body temperature plunges, until my teeth begin to chatter. I stare at the man in front of me. Not Sinclair, but Aiden Doyle without the mask. “Nooooo.” I can’t seem to get any other word out. My panicked glance trails over his bruised face and body, and now that I’m no longer overcome by lust, I see the familiar tattoo with the Celtic knot and my family’s name, that he hid with the glitter. His hazel eyes burn into mine, with a ferocity that further terrifies me, before he turns and fights off the intruder. I force my shaking body off the other side of the bed, my wobbling legs refusing to hold me, as I crash into the wall and get my first real look at who is fighting Aiden.
Nicolo Amato.
My eyes slide with terror over his large frame, dressed in a pair of black jogging pants and a white Soda Springs University t-shirt. No, this isn’t happening. This is a nightmare, and any second, I’m going to wake up. “How could you do this to me?! You fucking cunt! You’re fucking my girl!” Nicolo screams, as his fists rain down on Aiden’s face and chest. “She’s my wife , Nico! She’s always been MINE !“ Aide n shouts back, delivering a harsh uppercut to Nicolo’s face, which causes his head to dart sideways.
No, no, no, no, my mind keeps repeating, as I force my legs to push me forward, even though I stumble again and again, pressing my back against the wall, the open abandoned doorway in my sight. “She’s not your fucking wife! She’s mine!” Nicolo barrels head-first into Aiden, and they both go down swinging, and taking the remaining camera equipment with them. I wrap the sheet tighter around me with jerky movements, as I creep toward the door, both the large men on the floor beating the shit out of each other, too distracted to see my movements. My purse is hanging on the hook next to the door. I grab it, ditch my heels, and run for my life out the door and down the stairs. Once I reach the main floor, I spy a frightened Nova, with the phone up to her ear. “Call the police!” I scream, as I head straight for the front door, ripping through my purse to find my car keys in unhinged terror.
My heart is about to claw out of my chest, as I realize they both have found me. No, not only found me, but Aiden played me for a fool, pretending to be Sinclair. My mystery Irish shadow man was always him. That now explains why I always felt a connection with him.
I am so fucking stupid! How could I have not seen the signs? You ignored them, my mind screeches, as I rip my car door open and force my shaking body inside, enabling the lock, as if that could really stop either of my monsters from taking me. My hands shake so badly that I can’t get the key in the ignition. Tears pour down my face, and I reach up and rip the stupid mask off my face, realizing that I lost my wig somewhere along the way. I slam my hands over and over on the steering wheel, trying desperately to get air inside of my lungs. I have to get out of here. I have to run now, before they realize that I’m gone. I shove the key into the ignition, and the engine roars to life as I force the car into drive. I press my foot hard on the gas, my heavy tears causing my vision to blur. “Stupid. Reckless. Fucking idiot!” I scream, as I drive at high speed out of Behind the Lens’ parking lot toward the main roads.
How could I not have known that it was Aiden? How did I not realize that both of them had found me? Is it one or both of them pretending to be my subscribers? I’m so fucking stupid. All the precautions I’ve taken, all the months of looking over my shoulders, worrying about being found, and in the end, I led them right to me. No, more than that, I allowed Aiden to fuck my brains out, while I was unaware of who he was. Disgust fills me, as my hand slams again and again on the steering wheel in frustration. “Stupid, so fucking stupid,” I scream as my chest burns with rage.
I’m just about to drive over the train tracks, that lead me back to the main road that heads into the city, when I catch a glimpse of something moving in my rearview mirror, sitting in the back seat behind the driver’s seat. Before I can react, something is grabbing me around my neck, and pulling me back against the seat hard. I lose my grip on the steering wheel, my foot slamming on the brake in panic, and the car comes to a shuddering halt, after spinning around and slamming into a chain link fence at an old angle. A large, gloved hand pushes something against my nose and mouth, as I try my best to fight against the restraining hold. “I warned you, little clover. I told you that you belonged to me, but you let that monster defile you,“ a voice hisses in my ear.
NO! FUCK! My head is starting to feel foggy, and my limbs are too heavy to move. My fingers try to find purchase on his wrist, attempting to pull his gloved hand away from my face. Once again, my eyes meet a pair of dark pupils in the rearview mirror, and I see a sinister smile cross his lips. His grip on my neck tightens, and I’m forced to suck in air, laced with whatever chemical he has on the cloth over my face. “That’s it, my li ttle clover, stop fighting. It’s time for you to have a little sleep. Don’t worry, beautiful. When you wake, you’ll finally be safe from them. I will make sure you never have to see either of those fuckers again. I’m going to make sure they take their last breaths, for hunting and hurting what’s mine.”
No! Oh my god, this is my hoodie stalker, and he’s going to hurt Aiden and Nicolo. Forget them, save yourself, my brain urges, but my strength has deserted me, and I can’t keep my eyes open a second longer. My lashes flutter against my cheeks, and the last image that pops into my mind is of Aiden, looking over his shoulder at me in devastation, when I finally realized it was him. He lied to me. He played me for a fool, and now it’s too late. We are all going to die.
“Finally, little clover, you’re mine.”
That’s it for now, my lovelies!