For a second, everything seemed to stop. He hovered over me, the black mask the only inkling it was still him. “Ah, so you enjoy the sound of my voice, darling girl?”
He pushed deeper inside with his fingers, and I could’ve sworn he’d added a third. He thrusted faster, picking up speed as I continued playing with my breasts and nipples.
“Fuck yes,” I moaned. The sound of his voice, along with the mask’s breathiness, just made me want to cum so hard.
He pulled out his fingers and slapped my mound. Hard. I squealed as spasms of pleasure filled me. “Language,” he warned.
“I’m sorry,” I whined, writhing under him.
He pushed back inside, pumping faster and faster until I shuddered uncontrollably around his fingers. Sensual waves caressed me as I seemed to melt into my mattress, closing my eyes.
12
Closeness
Sunlight filtered through the curtains, and I groaned. I rolled to the side and grimaced at the pounding headache. It wasn’t like me to drink to this point. Not anymore.
Everything hurt in a dull ache, and I slowly opened my eyes. My makeup crusted over my eyelashes, and I swore under my breath. Why hadn’t I bothered to wash up when I got home?
“Ugh...” I swung my feet over my bed and stared down at my naked body. It felt oddly satisfied in a way I couldn’t make sense of. With a shrug, I trudged to the bathroom and closed the door behind me.
The mirror told the story of a drunk who’d regretted her life choices. The mascara had leaked down the side of my face, and my eyeshadow was smudged. I looked like a clown.
The shower was nice, but as I washed my hair, I frowned at the low ache between my legs. Why was I a bit sore? Had I used my dildo the night before? I couldn’t recall much of anything.
I grabbed the makeup wipes I’d brought into the shower with me and cleaned off my face. Last night seemed to flash through my mind. Bits and pieces?some blurred?but it all came back. I dropped the pad and gawked at the pipes in front of me, blinking fast. No. That couldn’t have happened. I hadn’t made a fool of myself.
Pushing my face under the water, I was tempted to try drowning myself. Instead, I took a few steps back, spitting out and trying to breathe again. I could die of embarrassment.
I got out of the shower and dried off as I continued fighting against the nausea. What had I been drugged with, anyway? From what I recalled, all the pain?physical and mental?had vanished, and it was as though I’d been floating. It was like codeine but without the drowsiness.
At the thought, my skin crawled. No. I’d worked so hard to get rid of the cravings, and it was as though I started at square one again. The air was suddenly cold, so I grabbed the robe hanging behind the door and slipped it on before heading back out.
“Good morning,” Jack said from the armchair.
I yelped, “Fucking hell.”
He turned in his seat and shot me a dark look. “One of these days, I’m going to wash your mouth out with soap.”
“How long have you been sitting there?” I asked, ignoring his comment and trying even harder to ignore the way he looked at me.
He rubbed his face with his hand as he got to his feet, his beard bristling. “All night. Wanted to make sure you didn’t end up throwing up and choking.”
Part of me wanted to cry at how considerate that was; no one had ever done something like that for me before. Tears blurred my vision, but I blinked them away as fast as I could. He approached me, but I took a few steps back. That didn’t seem to deter him. If anything, he reached me in seconds and grasped my chin, keeping me in place.
“Why are you crying?”
I wiped at my cheeks, surprised tears had managed to fall; I wasn’t usually a crier. “It’s nothing.”
He tilted my head back, his gaze boring into me. “Don’t lie.”
I wrenched away from him and took a few more steps back until I hit the wall. “I’m just... This is the third time I’ve been drugged in two nights. I don’t appreciate it, okay? It took forever for me to get off codeine, and now...” I shook my head and let out a sigh. “What did Michael drug me with anyway?”
“It’s known as Liquid Ecstasy,” he said in a softer tone than before.
“Fan-fucking-tastic,” I muttered, knowing all too well what that drug was used for. “What... Did you kill him?”
“I did.” He took a few steps closer. “Does that bother you?”
