Chapter 26 Addicted
The sun was peeking over the eastern horizon when I walked into the lobby of the Monte Carlo.
Ben: How’s Master?
Which was code for: he’s in the hotel room, so I walked to the gym and got in their shower. The water swirling down the drain was blood red. I got dressed and headed upstairs to the room and found him sitting on the bed. When I closed the door behind me, he turned off the TV.
“Where have you been? I’ve been here for an hour, and it’s almost morning. I’ve been calling you and Mael. How did it go?”
I shrugged. “He never picked me up. He told me his friend was going to pick me up. He never answered. I’ve been texting them both since.
” I shrugged again. “I’m just coming back from the gym.
I needed to let off some steam after having to fly all the way over here for nothing.
” My tone carried bitterness, but other than that, I was very relaxed and tired.
My hair was dripping wet. I dropped my gym bag on top of my small luggage.
He was too busy texting Mael and getting nothing, then calling him and getting nothing before calling his men.
“He’s probably knocked out drunk somewhere.
I’ll talk to him.” Master dropped his phone on what was to be his side of the bed as I took off my shorts and crawled in.
I could tell he was upset at Mael as he went into the bathroom.
Lying there, hearing the shower running, I remembered the way she slashed at her legs with her knife while sobbing silently.
The excruciating agony that emanated from her was thwarting and triggering me into remembering and feeling how it had been for me the first time.
She didn’t understand she’d already survived much worse.
Thank God she didn’t recognize me; if she had…
she wouldn’t have been able to survive tonight or me at all.
Instead, we connected. Again. Fuck… the way she looked at me. Just remembering it sent pins and needles through my body. It lit a fire in me that flared and spread at the speed of light.
It was weird, but in the middle of her gang rape, we connected like we had the first time I ever saw her.
There had been this pull between us, like magnets; hell, I couldn’t leave her alone.
What the hell is it about this girl? Seven years and not only had I been wishing she was still alive by some miracle, but also, I felt exactly like I had the first time.
The power she had over me was almost paranormal, and frustrating.
Again, my mind went into the details of all the steps I’d taken, searching for weak points that could lead to my demise.
There were none. I’d covered my tracks. And like always, in the empty seconds in which I could not find anything to panic about, anything that needed my immediate attention, images of her boomeranged back into my mind.
I had forgotten everything about her face, but also, she’d grown, looking almost completely different.
The way she looked when I first saw her in that blue dress… like a princess.
Had I made a mistake by leaving her there? I really hoped she hadn’t killed herself. The need to confirm she was still alive was so powerful it’d overridden my exhaustion. I couldn’t sleep.
Thank God by the time I woke, he was gone.
He was probably searching everywhere for his psychotic, piece of shit son.
Like father, like son. All I knew was I needed to get the fuck out of Monaco immediately, but I was so tired still.
I’d only slept a few minutes. Are you okay, Little One?
I hope you have already left the country.
I turned on the TV and changed the channel so I could watch the local news. Nothing.
When I woke again, I brushed my teeth and got in the shower, where thoughts of her tormented me.
I closed my eyes, remembering that high-pitched helpless whimper, her big almond-shaped eyes looking up at me, and the way her body convulsed every time she came.
A wave of heat rolled through me. My cock hardened so fast and so rigidly it hurt.
“Fuck, Magdalena,” I groaned, jerking myself while picturing her lips attached to my dick, sucking me deep as she twirled her tongue.
The gurgling and gagging noises coming from her…
A moan escaped me. Fuck, she’d been so good, my jerking no longer compared.
I moved my hand faster. “Please…” she’d begged so many times and then came while sucking my dick.
God, I wish I could fuck you again. I wish I could have you all to myself, Little One.
Somehow, the memory of Mael attacking her poisoned my thoughts, then I remembered the way she wouldn’t stop stabbing his body.
She was covered in so much blood. Then the pressure formed in my balls and dick.
I pumped it until I imagined her sucking my dick with all that blood on her face.
The cum rushed out of me, dirtying the tiles of the wall.
After, as I was catching my breath with my forehead against the wall, the world swirled.
That’s how hard she made me come, and she wasn’t even there.
I gasped, struggling to steady my breathing.
I thought that would be the end of it, but the spell this girl had put on me seven years ago had strengthened ten times that night. I thought about her every day.
It took me months to finally stop considering searching for her. I wanted to find a way to make it right between us, but of course, she’d made it clear that was impossible. Somehow, it didn’t shut off my need to hold her, kiss her, smell her, taste her, touch her.