CHAPTER 43 #2
Adam pulls me from my musings when he fists his hand in the back of my hair and takes possession of my mouth with his.
We're both standing naked in the middle of the kitchen and, in what I have come to consider as his signature move, Adam grabs my naked ass and lifts me.
My legs wrap around him, and he presses me against the cold front of the refrigerator.
I gasp at the contact, and he presses into me harder.
I hadn't considered the refrigerator option but, of course, Adam had.
I love this refrigerator-freezer combo. The left side is a full-size refrigerator with a glass door. The right side is a full-size matching freezer. This may be my favorite thing in our home. Adam's voice pulls me from the internal fridge love.
"What were you saving yourself for?"
I know that he's talking about my virginity without having to ask.
"Something spectacular. Something....worth it."
He stills...not looking me in the eye. "And?"
"So worth it."
With a renewed vigor, he places a string of kisses down to my breast and sucks my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive peak.
I throw my head back, hitting the refrigerator hard and not caring.
He pushes my body up higher so that his mouth can reach my abdomen and then the delicate bundle of nerves between my legs.
He's still standing so tall that I could slightly lift my hips and be sitting on top of the fridge.
He kisses and flicks my clit with his tongue leaving me panting and writhing in front of him.
He has both arms wrapped around my thighs to hold me up, so he's using only his mouth this time to bring me to orgasm.
He continues to suck and swirl, using his tongue and his lips to make all the right moves when I cry out and shake in his firm hold.
He moans into my clit, taking my climax to new heights.
The orgasm rockets through me and I grip his hair painfully tight, but he makes no move to escape my hold.
Once I regain possession of my body, Adam slides me back down the front of the refrigerator and his body. "New plan, Love. We'll consecrate every surface of our home. New couch, new fucking. New patio lounger, new fucking. New-"
"Yeah. I get the gist."
I'm chuckling against the pulse in his throat as he slides into me. His growl is thick and dark as he uses his hips to plunge deeper inside me. I suck in air through my teeth as he hits that spot inside me that makes me pulsate with the need for more. More of this. More of him.
"So, so worth it," I tell him again.
He begins rocking his hips slower at first and quickly speeds up until he's throttling into me hard and fast see-sawing the fridge with every thrust. It doesn't take long for our climaxes to reach a fever pitch, causing our chests to heave, our breaths to shudder, and our moans to become deafening.
"Ah. I, Adam..."
My orgasm slams into me and my thighs tighten around his hips while my core clamps down on his shaft.
"Fuck!" He yells into my shoulder as he continues to pound into me while his thrusts become disjointed and uneven.
Finally, he lets out a long, shaky breath as he stills inside me.
We stay there with him, still pressing me against the cold hard surface for a long moment until he speaks again.
"Where to next?" He asks as his cock begins to thicken inside me. This isn't normal. He isn't human.
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He walks back up the stairs, leaving the girl in the dark...with me. She's terrified. There's something different about her. She isn't like the others that he has brought here. There's an innocence to her. I can smell it on her skin and in the fruity scent of her hair. Why has he brought her here?
Stepping out of my dark corner, I make sure to stay shrouded in darkness.
She doesn't hear me, so she's startled when I ask, "Why are you down here?
" She jumps and begins to cry harder. "Do you know why you're here?
" She continues to tremble and cry. She doesn't speak.
She just nods her head. "Get on with it then.
Where's your weapon?" She just cries. Her shoulders shake with her sobs.
I grab a hammer from the shelf and toss it at her feet. "Pick it up."
"Fuck you." Her first words. They're spoken around a breathless cry.
"Why are you here?" I scream at her. I don't understand why she's here in my bunker.
There are no people like her above ground anymore, so where has she come from?
She doesn't feel like a threat. Eliminate the threats before they band together and eliminate us.
I grab the whip off the wall, stalking toward her.
My deceptive prey . She lifts her head to watch my every move as I begin to circle her.
Spinning slowly, she keeps her eyes on me as I move around her.
I snap the whip, striking her foot and causing her to recoil it into her body. "Why are you here?" I demand loudly.
"Because he's a bad guy and you're obviously a psychopath."
Her words stop me in my tracks. He's a bad guy? No. She's the bad guy here . Her and all of the others just like her. "You're the bad guy here. If he hadn't come for you, you and your whole clan would've come for us." She looks at me then. Her eyes are filled with tears and confusion.
"That man attacked me on the street." She grits out angrily. "He kidnapped me and brought me down here to you. He told me that my only chance at getting out of here was to kill the slayer in the basement. I have done nothing to either of you."
The basement? This is an underground bunker. And what does she mean he took her off the street? He only takes people who are a threat to us. They have either found our hideout or they're looking for us. "You're lying. You were planning to attack us. That's why you're here."
She closes her eyes. She seems to realize something. She shakes her head almost imperceptibly and her chin quivers. "He's lying to you. How long have you been down here?"
"I'm not even supposed to talk to you. All your kind does is lie." I don't want to hear what she's saying. She's no different from the others and I know that she'll try to convince me of her lies if I let her.
"Why are you down here? If he's so good, why are you locked in this basement?"
I shout at her, "It isn't a basement! This is an underground bunker, and you know it! It protects us from the gases outside."
"Then why can he leave this place?"
"Stop it. Stop playing stupid and pick up the hammer. I'm going to kill you either way. You might as well go down fighting."
Her voice has changed and it's more conciliatory now. "Okay, okay. If you're going to kill me either way, what does it hurt to answer my questions first?"
I glare at her, not saying a word. She's confusing me .
No one before her has been this good at deception.
They haven't been this well-spoken or so averse to taking the first shot.
She must take my silence as an invitation to probe further because she asks again, "Why is he able to leave here if the air outside is dangerous? "
"The air IS dangerous. It's not an if. He can go out because he has a gas mask. It's too large for my face and he only has one. Even if it fit me, I couldn't go alone. I've never been above ground before and I'd get lost in the rubble."
"What's your name?" She asks while she continues to keep her eyes on me.
I don't respond, and instead, I shake my head.
"Okay. That's fine. I'll talk. You don't have to believe me, but I have to tell you the truth.
This is a basement. You're living in the basement of a brick home in Austin, Texas.
The air here is safe. The air everywhere is safe.
No one needs a mask. Have any of the people he's brought down here been wearing a mask? "
Still, I say nothing. I just stare at her as her words seep through the cracks in the walls I erected.
She sees it. She sees that she's effecting me, and she continues.
"Even if they had taken their masks off upstairs, wouldn't there be lines on their faces if they were wearing masks everyday of their lives?
Why wouldn't he take one of their masks and give it to you so that you could leave this basement? "
I'm not stupid. I know what she's doing.
She continues to use the word basement planting the thought into my head over and over.
I've had enough. She's not going to lie to me a moment longer.
I raise the whip and strike, wrapping it around her ankles and pulling hard.
She's knocked flat on her back as the breath whooshes from her body.
Her head makes a loud crack when it connects with the concrete floor and blood seeps out around her.
Suddenly, there's commotion outside. It's above us. Male voices are yelling and loud crashes. There's a loud splash. Wait, water?
There's something outside on the back patio. It takes me a moment to acclimate to my surroundings. I'm home. Adam and I are home in our bed. I heard something outside though. Adam is lying next to me, asleep. The dog. Where is that one eyed marauder? He went to sleep in here with us in his bed.
Carefully, I disentangle myself from Adam's sleeping form and quietly sneak out of the room.
I don't see Mulligan anywhere. He isn't in the kitchen or the living room and then I remember.
.. I heard water. It came from the back patio.
Shit! Did he get in the pool? I sprint to the back door and flip on the light.
There's nothing. How would he even get outside?
All of the doors are locked. I continue looking out the glass, noticing that something isn't right.
One of our new loungers is in the pool. It's sunk to the bottom of the deep end.
How did that happen? I'm reaching for the lock on the door when I see. ..him.