Then, I’m falling over that edge as I come all over him. I’m falling,down, down, downuntil I reach the bottom of the cliff before rising again, ecstasy washing over me in relentless waves. My moans fill the space of the car, echoing all around us as he fucks me into oblivion until I barely even know my name. All I know is that this is where I belong, in his arms, right by his side.
If my life turns upside down again, it won’t matter, because atleast he’s here with me, making life bearable.
He comes with a groan, filling me up with his cum while I ride out the orgasm. When I lean my head against his neck, resting against his frame, I’m a panting mess. We sit in silence for what feels like minutes, until he gently tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear, his gaze holding mine.
“You have seduced and destroyed me,” he mumbles before kissing my lips tenderly. “I will never be the same without you, but at the same time, I will never stop loving you, my little doll.”
His words make emotions clog my mind, and I fight back the tears. Grabbing tissues from the box at the front of the car, he helps me clean up. Then he opens the car door in an attempt to rid the car of the stench of release, sweat, and the traces of us having had sex in the car.
“If another man so much as looks at you the way I do, I will slit their throats,” he growls, tone dripping with possessiveness.
“Even your brother?”
His eyes darken ever-so-slightly. “Don’t doubt what I’d do for you.”
Right at that moment, Daxton emerges from the gas station. I look at Grey with a secretive smile as Daxton sits behind the wheel, luckily not noticing anything amiss. Grey looks back at me with that lust-filled gaze.
Oh, how dangerous it is to finally have something worth losing.
Chapter 3
Grey
Taking a deep dragof my cigarette, I inhale the acrid fumes, letting them taint my lungs even further. My knee bounces restlessly against the gravelly ground as I sit inside the car with the door half open.
No one bothers me or speaks to me. I stare out at the encroaching forest, where shadows slither around the trees, transforming the world into a haunted landscape.
I can’t sit still, the unease gnawing at me, waiting for something—anything—to happen. We’re not safe, and I know it. My eyes dart around, half-expecting Arthur to emerge from the shadows.
He’s dead.
For hours, we’ve driven on narrow roads, avoiding civilization and attempting to flee from the horrors we left behind. Until we had to stop somewhere for the night, with only our paranoia seeking out the empty parking lot closest to the forest. We’re all alone with nature’s life around us, the crisp air intermingling with the smell of nicotine, filling my lungs with a freshness I hadn’t realized I needed.
“If we fold the seats, we might be able to sleep. It won’t be comfortable, but it’s our only option for now,” my brother suggests.
I hate to admit that he is right. Until we’re certain the burned-down dollhouse and its staff aren’t hunting us, we must keep a low profile. With no nearby motels, this desolate spot was our only option. Despite the eerie forest—crows cawing in the distance and wind rustling through branches like a predatorseeking its prey—we must make do.
As I rise from my seat, a slight chill lingers in the air, prompting me to pull my hoodie tighter around myself. Even though it’s technically early summer, the breeze still carries a crispness that reminds me of cooler days. I can’t believe we were at the dollhouse for eighteen months.
My eyes instantly flicker over to Daxton as he helps Naya out of the car. I’m too distracted to offer my help; the thought of himtouching what’s mine burns like a raging inferno ready to incinerate everything nearby.
Fuck him for betraying me. Fuck him for laying a finger on her.
Naya’s exhausted eyes find mine, drawn to me like a moth to a flame, aware of the dangers yet unable to resist. I simply look at her, unable to force my lips into a smile. Thoughts race through my mind, a chaotic mess of nooses I can’t untangle, roaring in my head like a gunshot.
Before Naya can utter a word, I turn away, taking a few steps in the opposite direction, cigarette in hand. The forest looms before me, trees standing tall and imposing. The earthy scent of moss and fallen leaves fills the air, mingling with the sharp tang of smoke.
Guilt twists in my stomach from dismissing her, but I can’t face anyone right now. Soft murmurs drift from behind me as Naya and Daxton rearrange the car, but my mind is in a faraway land.
“He needs space,” I hear Naya tell my brother, and a lump forms in my throat.
Mine and his relationship is strained, to say the least, and I doubt I’ll ever trust him again, even if Naya seems to.
Fuck, I should be grateful that he saved her life, stitching up her scarred arms, and I am, but there’s just so much he isn’t telling me—us. Lies that might never be uncovered, yet ones Idesperately need to.
Around the car, rain starts falling in drifts, beautiful droplets that cast the forest in wonderful glory. It’s liberating to stare out at the rain trickling down the horizon, casting the land into a chilly atmosphere I was unable to experience while locked up in a mental institution, and then a dollhouse.
A sudden touch on my shoulder startles me, and I whirl around, almost losing my footing. Adrenaline rushes through every vein and cell in my body, my hand clamping around a throat—feeling thatthudof someone’s pulse. I barely register who it is at first until once familiar blue orbs stare back at me with indifference.
