Chapter 6
A glare from the abyss
My lips curl into a smile. A rough hand delicately moves on my back, while a pair of soft lips kiss me on the back of my head and on the neck. A strong bite makes me moan and open my eyes.
My smile enlarges when I turn around and see two black beads, which turn me on just by looking at me, trying to read the thoughts behind my horny facial expression.
He hasn’t said a word, but lifts me in his arms. We go into the shower, where he turns on the water and lowers me slowly until my feet touch the floor.
The fact that I slept naked last night helps me better satisfy my morning desires. After the crazy sex where I got tied to the bed and turned in all kinds of wild positions in a blend of pleasure moans, I passed out and haven’t woken up until earlier.
I feel the cold water falling over our bodies, making me shiver for a moment, even though I am boiling on the inside.
I get used to the temperature as soon as his hands start exploring my body from my boobs, which he squeezed hard, getting a long moan from me.
He goes down my stomach and forces my legs to spread.
I almost slip on the black tiles, but two of his fingers succeed in keeping me up by forcing their way into me.
I close my eyes from the pleasure, while he kisses my neck, my boobs, my belly. The other hand that wasn’t in me gets to my ass and squeezes the hell out of it, moaning alongside me.
I open my eyes and freeze. The eyes that came from the abyss were replaced by two emeralds.
The hand that was in me quickly comes over my lips, stopping any questions I had from coming out of my mouth.
With the other one, he takes his cock to push inside me while kissing me hard on the lips and making me close my eyes.
I am extremely confused, but I can’t refrain from whimpering as the pleasure comes on a higher level.
What really woke me up was a scream in the background, which makes me open my eyes wide. I stand upright, breathing heavily.
It was just a dream.
Looking around, I see that I am in bed, dressed, and surrounded by black sheets.
My brain tries to process what the hell I just dreamt. Who was the one with deep black eyes and a gorgeous asian gaze? Why did Lucas appear in my dream?
I try to get those thoughts out of my head and the pulsation off my lower part.
Another scream and a crash get me out of bed.
I open the door in search of the source of the sound.
I reach the sofa where Lucas slept last night, only to find him on the floor, angry, half-covered by the sheets, sweaty, and frowny.
The interesting part in all of this is that he relaxes when his eyes reach mine.
He makes me move closer to him just through his gaze, feeling like he needed me, however strange it may sound.
He surprises me when he gives me a strong hug. I am almost out of breath, but he quickly realises that and reduces his grasp.
He is still breathing heavily, and I feel his heart almost wanting to get out of his chest. He soon calms down, breaking up the hug, and catches me off guard when he takes my cheeks in his big hands. He looks closely all over my face, only stopping when reaching my eyes.
“I know it was just a dream, but I’m so glad you’re safe,” he says while keeping his hands on my face.
“What was your dream about? Should I get scared, too?” I ask jokingly with my lips curled up, but his facial expression erases my smile pretty fast.
He sighs and removes his hands, putting one through his sweaty curly hair. He doesn’t move away from me, but looks deeply into my eyes from a small distance. If he hadn’t started to talk, I am afraid I would’ve lost myself in their spell, while they remind me of the dream that makes my sex twitch.
“I dreamt of you… dead,” he whispers, making me tremble, any trace of arousal quickly disappearing.
“You were on the bed with your throat slit, but that wasn’t the hardest part to watch.
The one in the photo, probably my brother, was next to you with a knife in one hand, taking the blood from it to his mouth and feeling your…
taste,” he gulps, and I feel a powerful shiver down my spine because of the image he created behind my eyes.
“He said he did it because you didn’t want to be his and that your blood was sweeter than you when you were alive.
I know it was just a dream, but I cannot get what he said out of my head, whom he addressed, and neither your lifeless grey eyes,” he finishes speaking by drawing his lips into a straight line.
Who is the beautiful man next to me, and why did he get so scared when he saw me dead in a dream?
I take his hands in mine while I get lost in his alluring eyes. I am trying to digest both of our dreams, but mine doesn’t really feel like a full fantasy, but a faraway reality combined with the gaze of the one in front of me.
?
We ate our breakfast in complete silence. We were listening to our inner thoughts and trying to make our dreams disappear through the howling wind and the rain hammering the windows in violent gusts.
All this time, I couldn’t look into his eyes. They only made me think of how good he made me feel in my sexy dream, which was not good for the state of mind I had at the moment.
Also, every time I closed my eyes to calm down, the pair of dark eyes kept reappearing.
They were just making things way worse, because I didn’t know whose they were.
If Blake had appeared in the dream, it would’ve made a whole pack of confusion.
If Lucas’s shouting hadn’t woken me up, I don’t even know what would’ve been next in my head.
I think you can imagine a pair of blue eyes showing up and going way down…
I am woken up from my thoughts by Blake himself, who comes to take the half-full plates. Apparently, we weren’t as hungry as it seemed. At least, not after Lucas’s story.
Blake looks at us with a raised eyebrow while collecting our plates and putting them on the cart. I already know that our lost gazes can raise some questions.
“Rough night?” he asks, his question being accompanied by an odd glance.
He looks into my eyes and subtly points down to his suit jacket, which he gently pushes aside so I can see what’s behind it. My eyes go wide, and I barely restrain my scream.
Lucas notices my restlessness and glances at the place I’ve been staring at, immediately becoming tense.
Under Blake’s suit jacket is a dangerous device that looks like a bomb with its digits frozen in time. I panic, not knowing what to do, but Blake’s glare tells me to stay put and not do anything stupid. Clearly, he knows about the ones watching our every move.
He then points to the hand he took my plate with, and a small piece of paper appears before my eyes.
Anmara is next.
-C
That’s all it was saying, but it made me fear for my life.
I feel Lucas’s hand on mine, trying to calm me down and not have a volcanic reaction. I think he also felt I wasn’t in full control of my emotions.
Blake takes the note back to his sleeve, alongside the plate he puts on the cart.
“If you need anything else, please do not hesitate to call me. Also, I suggest you rest and do not forget about lunch,” he says suggestively.
He wants to talk without being heard, to tell us more, so he clearly knows the supervising equipment exists. I’m sure that his every move is also watched, especially because of the device he has attached to his chest.
Lucas thanks him for both of us. I couldn’t get a word out because of the fear inside me.
Blake slowly turns away from us, carefully covering the deadly device on his chest, and gets out of the apartment.
Lucas takes me to the room where we could talk safely. I was about to trip twice on the way there, but I was lucky that Lucas didn’t let me fall on my face. He closes the door behind us and hugs me hard, probably reading my thoughts.
What was my relation to Blake? I’m next to what? To be tortured? To be killed?
I just hope my brain isn’t right. I would hate for it to become my reality. Especially because I don’t know who the hell that C was.
?
“That was not the entire dream,” Lucas distracts my attention from staring into space. “Or, at least, not the only one.”
“Is it worse?”
“Not really,” he sighs. “What I’m about to let you know isn’t more dreadful than what I already told you, but it’s horrible for me,” he says, looking far from me, while trying to gather his words.
“I think I started to remember some stuff from my past, but I truly don’t know if it’s true or if it’s just a figment of my imagination.
It’s something from my childhood, but I think it includes you, too. ”
I raise an eyebrow, and he looks me in the eyes. He takes my hands in his, and I can feel the electricity entering my body from his touch, rapidly spreading through my whole body.
“I was about 10 years old,” he says. “I was in a park with a girl with brown eyes who looked just like you. We were laughing, running after each other, and holding hands.”
As he goes forward, my mind opens another universe I’ve been a part of some time ago, remembering the lost moments through his words.
“We were happy until a boy appeared next to you. He pulled the ponytail you had beautifully tied and lifted your pink skirt. That was the moment I got so angry that I started beating him up. And I haven’t stopped.
I remember I even pushed you when you tried to get me off him.
You started to cry and begged me to leave him alone, but I didn’t listen.
I just continued throwing punches all around him, even though he stopped moving. ”
He pauses for a second, seeing the tears around my eyes. Yes, I am crying because it felt like I’m reliving that memory.