Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
Oliver
When I wake up, it’s dark, I’m hot as hell, and there’s a heavy weight on my chest. Thunder echoes outside and the sound of rain is heavy on the roof. I rub my eyes, trying to make sense of my surroundings. When I see Sloane naked beside me, it all comes rushing back.
We fucked. Oh my God.
I let out a heavy breath, my heart racing at the memory. Part of me expects to feel pain, but… there is none.
Every part of my body feels unbelievably relaxed. Like a spool of thread, unraveled.
He told me he loved me.
Fuck, he told me he loves me.
I’ve never wanted to say those words back so badly, but… I couldn’t.
They were stuck in my throat, dying to fall out my mouth, but everything was so overwhelming all I could focus on was him. His mouth, his words, the feel of his cock stretching me, the sound of wet skin slapping. His labored breath and feverish mouth.
I didn’t know pleasure could feel like this.
Lightning crackles, lighting up the room in a white-gold glow. The need to piss is overbearing and so I carefully extricate myself from the bed and find my clothes. I slip them on, relishing in the warmth immediately. This room is freezing.
I stumble through the room, into the hallway. It’s pitch black.
That’s odd, I thought they were automatic. Unless…
The low crackle of thunder outside sounds, and I groan.
Power outage. Great.
I glance at my watch, haphazardly hanging by the latch. I click it to get some light to see where the fuck I’m going. I believe the bathroom was to the right…
Lightning crashes again, lighting up the hallway. Odd shapes and shadows form, like monsters from a children’s book. This house is unfamiliar to me, and so I’m sure everything is going to look weird on account of his gothic design taste. Which is also very badass.
I manage to find my way to the bathroom and take my piss, and when I’m done, I move to head back to bed when I hear a creak. I stand in the darkness, waiting to hear it again. Was it the floorboards creaking? The foundation settling? Or just my wild ass imagination.
Just as I move to go back to bed, I hear it again.
I freeze, because this time it sounded close.
Is it Sloane? Is he up?
Anticipation and arousal lace through me at that thought. Maybe he’s decided to go for round two, which if that is the case…
I am not going to say no, but I’ll definitely make him work for it.
“Sloane… is that you?” I whisper. He doesn’t answer. I take two steps forward into the shadows.
“Sloane…” I call out a little louder. “If you’re trying to sneak up on me, I can hear you,” I bite petulantly, hoping to bait him enough to show himself. Another creak. It sounds like it’s right next to—
A hand is over my mouth, cold pungent fabric and chemical smells assaulting my nose. The taste is vile. Sharp, acrid. Another arm wraps around my waist and I’m pulled back against someone. But something’s wrong. He smells different. He smells like…
“Try again, baby.”
My blood chills and panic laces through me like the lightning that lights up the hallway. Harsh hands turn my head, forcing me to gaze into familiar dark eyes, rimmed in shadow and darkness and fear strikes me as I lay my eyes on the last person I ever thought I’d see here.
I try to scream, but I can’t.
“Shhh…” Robbie says as I try to wrestle free from his hold, my vision starts to blur and my legs feel wobbly and my arms go limp. “It’ll all be over soon, sweetheart,” he purrs as darkness pulls me under.