Chapter 25
ISABELLA
My head feels like an elephant stomped on it.
It’s pounding so hard and dizziness consumes me as I toss and turn in the bed. It’s almost like I’m hungover but stronger.
Was everything that happened a dream?
My eyes are so puffy like I’ve been crying non-stop.
I open them and see Slade staring straight at me.
We’re in his room and the memories from earlier hit me all at once.
My stalker calling me and saying that Slade is a murderer.
Me going into Slade's room and searching through his things and finding the weapons.
Him coming home and admitting everything.
“Don’t scream, unless you want me to give you a reason to.
” He narrows his eyes at me, waiting for my next move.
My muscles tense as my heart rate picks up.
He scoots closer to me and runs a hand down my back, making me flinch.
“I won’t hurt you. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, Isabella. ”
Slade’s hair is wet and I assume he took a shower after he knocked me out.
“You killed people,” I say while tears start to form in my eyes.
“They deserved to be killed, trust me,” Slade says, with no emotion in his voice.
He has his walls up and is showing me no sign of the Slade who took care of me, who made sure I was safe and happy.
This Slade has the dark voided eyes that I've seen many times before.
And who knows what he is capable of.
I shake my head. “You can’t decide that.”
“Isabella, I told you that my life isn’t what you thought it would be.”
“You never gave up information about yourself so what was I supposed to think?” I sit up in his bed and scoot back until I’m pressed against the headboard. “All of those people you killed, Slade.” I shake my head lightly and rest my face in my hands. “I wrote about their deaths.”
He moves closer and when his hand grabs my jaw, I flinch and stare up at him.
His touch still feels the same but looking at him I know everything is different.
This isn’t the man I was starting to fall for.
This is just a lookalike.
“I was just trying to help you, Isabella, I would never intentionally hurt you and you know that.”
I shake my head, again. “No, Slade. You have to turn yourself in.”
“That won’t do anything. I’ll be out within a day.”
I furrow my brows. “Who are you? Is Slade even your real name?”
Slade’s lips lift in a small smirk. “Yes, avtor. There are a lot of things you should know about me and we’ll get to that but so much is about to change for you right now.”
“Are you going to kill me?” I ask, my lips quivering.
“No.” He runs his hand down my hair and then strokes my cheek. “Why would I do that? I don’t want to kill you, Isabella, I want to keep you. You’re mine. How many times do I have to say this?”
“I barely even know you.” I move his hand away from my face. “You have lied about so much. I don’t know the real you. You kill people-”
“I kill bad people. You’re overreacting.”
My eyes widen. “Overreacting?”
“Isabella, in my world, this is a day to day thing.” He shrugs like it’s nothing.
“I can’t, Slade. I can’t do this.” I push him out of my way and get off of his bed. Before I can walk out his door he grabs me by my waist. “Slade-”
He cuts me off by pressing his demanding mouth against mine.
I rest my hands on his chest ready to push him off but he keeps going, roughly moving his lips against mine over and over.
I can taste the metal from the cut on his lip from where I bit him yesterday.
He fucking deserved it, the piece of shit.
Touching me with soft caresses with the same hands that murder and torture people.
One of them is against my throat, not squeezing, just holding his hand there, as he walks us back towards the bed. His lips are intoxicating, distracting me from the fact that he is not a good person, not even a decent one.
“Let go of me. Please,” I beg, still not kissing him back while he tries his best to pull a kiss from my lips.
Slade trails his kisses down my jaw and to the side of my neck. “I will never let you go,” he says, darkly, almost like he is daring me to try and run.
I will.
But I have to be smart about it.
“Who are you?” I ask him.
He bites my neck making me moan as I try to move away from him. “Your worst nightmare.” He lets go of me and stands. “Run.”
“What?” I furrow my eyebrows while staring up at him.
“I want you to run, Isabella.” He tilts his head, as if he’s bored. “I’m giving you a ten second head start to put your shoes on and run. Don’t make me say it again.”
I don’t think, I run.
I slide on my white vans that are near the doorway and grab my phone before opening the front door and running out. I probably have five seconds until he starts chasing after me. He has his shoes on and is way faster than me. My heart races as I take the stairs down to the parking garage.
I can leave through the gate there.
When I get inside the parking garage I unlock my phone, ready to dial 911, but I get knocked over and feel him on top of me, his erection digging into my butt.
“Slade-”
“Shhhh.” He leans down and presses his soft lips to the back of my neck.
“You don’t want people to hear you.” It’s morning and I’m sure people will be waking up soon to go to work.
His strong hand grips my hair and pulls.
“I’m going to fuck this cunt while you scream and beg for me to make you cum, avtor. ”
He wastes no time shoving my shorts down and positioning me so that my ass is in the air. One of his hands pins my wrists above my head while my face is pressed against the concrete.
“Slade! Please! No!”
“Keep begging, avtor. It only makes me want to fuck you more.”
Slade’s belt buckle echoes and when I look back at him, he pulls his cock out.
My eyes go to his face which is covered by a ski mask. Deja vu hits me again and the night I got cornered in the alleyway comes to my mind.
“You-”
He cuts me off with a rough thrust inside me.
I scream and my walls tighten around him.
I wish I could hate how he makes me feel but I push myself back into him, my body craving more.
“My malen'kiy avtor, you love what I do to you. You love how I take you like a monster in the dark and fuck you like an animal,” he says while forcing himself into me over and over again.
My whole body shakes with adrenaline and his rough hands touch me everywhere and anywhere.
“Slade,” I moan, my saliva falling to the concrete as he fucks me rough and hard.
His thrusts are punishing and I know that this isn’t about me this time.
This is about Slade making a statement that I’m his, no matter if I want to be or not. He is after his own pleasure and probably couldn’t care less whether I cum or not because he isn’t doing this for me like he has the other times.
It’s all about Slade and what he wants.
Everything comes back to me.
He knew my job and where I work without me ever telling him, the amazing deal on the apartment, his eyes that have haunted me ever since that day in the alley, everything.
“Ty tak khorosho prinimayesh' moy chlen, Isabella. Ty moya, tvoye telo znayet eto, i tvoye serdtse znayet eto. Skoro ya ubedlyu tvoy tvorcheskiy um,” he spits in Russian even though he knows I don’t understand a thing he’s saying.
My pussy throbs from his unknown words and my vision narrows. I feel like I’m going to pass out from how hard he’s going.
His strong hands grip my ass, pulling me into him each time while he grunts and moans. My need for him drips down my legs with every thrust.
My body’s a fucking traitor.
“Slade, oh my god!” I say as my whole body tightens up and my pussy walls clench around him tightly.
“Fuck, that’s it, avtor. You’re so tight and so perfectly mine, baby. Cum with me,” he says, slamming into me once more before pressing his hips against mine as his warm semen fills me to the brim.
I can’t move as Slade pulls out but when his semen runs down my thigh, I realize that he wasn’t wearing a condom and he came inside me.