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“Chase…please,” she begged, her hips bucking forward.
“See? Punishment doesn’t always have to be painful,” I said, dragging my thumb down along her slit, then back up to her clit, making her moan deep in her throat. “There are different forms of torment that work just as effectively.”
I dropped my mouth back to her pussy, licking, sucking, teasing her for what seemed liked forever, until she was gasping and squirming and pleading with me to let her come. I edged her just like this, again and again, keeping her on the precipice while lapping up the taste of her until it was imprinted in my memory.
I fucked her with my tongue, and she moaned, her thighs trembling against my face as I finally let her fall apart and come. Her entire body shuddered, and she cried out my name as if it meant something. Because it did.
She might have wanted a fight when we’d first entered this room, but she was leaving it knowing exactly who she belonged to.
And right now, tonight, that was all that mattered to me.
CHAPTER20
Andrea
That night, I woke up from a dead sleep to Chase thrashing in the bed beside me. For a second, I felt completely disoriented, being wrenched from a pleasant dream of walking through an enchanted forest, to lying in bed staring into the dark wondering what the hell was going on.
There was a soft groan next to me, and I rolled over to face Chase’s side of the bed, bits and pieces of consciousness returning to me as I realized he was in the throes of a night terror.
I had heard about people having nightmares like this before, the kind where you tried to call out but were completely lost in the void. What I hadn’t realized was how it sounded. The screams and moans didn’t sound normal. The person was still asleep, so they couldn’t push the words past their lips. It made Chase’s moans sound eerie and helpless, his voice completely different from how I’d ever heard it before.
He was covered in sweat, and I could see his eyes moving frantically back and forth underneath his closed eyelids. He gripped the bedsheets so hard his knuckles were white. And those horrified moans, half-formed words, kept slipping out of his mouth. It was heartbreaking, watching as though he couldn’t escape whatever was weighing him down. He kept trying to talk but it was like his mouth couldn’t work properly—of course it couldn’t, he was asleep. But I was sure it only made him feel that much more panicked.
I gently gripped his shoulders. I didn’t know what else to do, I just knew that I needed to help him, and I had to make that terror end for him. “Chase. Chase, it’s me,” I said, giving him a small shake to wake him up. “Chase…you’re okay. You’re safe, you’re with me.”
Chase let out a startled, horrified noise, one that honestly chilled me to my core, and then his arm flew up, his fist just barely missing my face, sending me flying off him. I nearly fell off the bed but managed to regain my balance in time, yelping in surprise. I knew Chase was strong, and fast, but I’d never had any of it usedagainstme before, like I was an opponent.
Chase rolled over and made a noise like a dying animal. My heart was pounding frantically while I tried to figure out what to do to help him without touching him again, which seemed to set him off. “Chase, please, wake up, please wake up, it’s me, it’s Andrea, you’re safe! You’re okay!”
I could feel my voice rising in panic, could feel my own fear try to choke me. I needed to soothe him, but how could I do that whenIsounded so scared? I watched, helpless, as he kept twitching and moaning. He wasn’t ever able to form full words but sometimes it sounded like he was begging.
My throat closed up and hot tears filled my eyes. I had never felt so completely helpless. I wanted to wake him up but he didn’t seem able to hear me, and I was honestly worried if I tried touching him again he’d hit me.
He thrashed again, and this time his arm shot out to his side of the bed like he was trying to fight off some threat, hitting the lamp on the nightstand and knocking it over with a loud crash. Chase’s entire body jolted at the sound, and his eyes flew open. He gasped, abruptly sitting upright, his lower body tangled in the sheets, his chest absolutely coated in sweat. For a second I wasn’t sure if he could see me, or the room, or anything else.
Slowly, Chase’s hands unclenched, but he was still breathing hard, still seemingly trying to acclimate himself to where he was.
“Chase,” I said gently. “You okay?”
His gaze snapped over to me, and I was taken aback by the rush of emotions passing across his face—shame, embarrassment, humiliation. It cracked something inside of me just to witness it. He looked haunted. Wrecked by whatever nightmare he’d just had. Like he wasn’t fully here.
“Andrea…fuck.” His voice was hoarse like he’d been yelling—or trying to, anyway. “Are you all right?”
“No, not at all.” I gave a shaky laugh that died in my throat. What a ridiculous question. I wasn’t the one who’d just had a horrible nightmare, but that entire episode had shaken me badly.
Still, I crawled across the bed towards him to offer him comfort, to make surehewas okay, but Chase scrambled up and out of bed before I could touch him, like the idea of being close to me was unbearable to him.
He nearly tripped in the tangled sheets in his haste to put distance between us. “I’m going to go sleep in the guest bedroom.”
I gaped at him, shocked at how cold and withdrawn he seemed. “What?”
Chase’s jaw visibly clenched as he reached down and grabbed the lamp and set it back on the nightstand. “I’ll see you in the morning. Sorry for disturbing your sleep. It won’t happen again.”
I shook my head in confusion. “What—what are you talking about? Chase, talk to me. Are you okay? Let me be here for you.”
Chase’s expression was completely blank. Shuttered. Detached, even. “I’m fine. Go back to sleep, Andrea.”
He walked out, and the silence he left behind was deafening. The sheets still held the warmth of his body, the scent of his skin. I sat frozen there, arms wrapped around my middle, trying to hold myself together.
