My moans grew in volume, matching the force of his thrusts, my nails tore at the flesh on his back. He released the hold on my throat to grab the bruised area of my right thigh. Tears fell from my eyes, pooling in my ears. Pressure built in my core and my pussy began to contract, my legs shaking violently.
“Alaric,” I gasped his name, barely able to breathe much less speak. I came with a soundless scream.
He fucked me harder. The headboard of the canopy began to make rhythmic sound as hit it the wall repeatedly. His groans and my erratic breaths reverberated around us, mingling with the slapping of our skin.
When he finally came, he released a soft curse, slowly rolling his hips as my pussy milked his cock for everything it had. He braced himself above my body, his blue eyes boring into mine.
"Now,” he murmured, lowering his mouth to my lips, already hardening inside me. He rocked his hips forward, grinning when I dug my nails into his shoulders and whimpered. “Now, you are mine.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
My body ached with every breath I took.
Alaric was gone.
He’d left me in his bed to sleep when I’d passed out with him inside me. He fucked me like a demonic beast. I’d gotten what I wanted. My pussy bled for him. I came more times than I could count.
The only thing I hadn’t done was choke on his cock. I’m sure that was coming eventually
Moving from the bed. I made my out into the hall wearing nothing but the come dried on my skin and the bruises from being fucked so hard I couldn’t walk straight.
Down the stairs, through the foyer, and into the great room. That’s where I found him. At least, I assumed this was him. He was staring out at the water with a drink in his hand, the sky a deep gray from the start of dawn.
“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up,” he stated, not looking at me.
“I’m awake?”
“Are you?” He turned to face me, his expression obscure as his gaze traveled over my nudity.
I turned my head left to right, looking at my hands for a hint of what was going on.
My lids fluttered with the flash of a brunette, her wails echoing in my head.
“What have you done to me?” I whispered, rubbing my brow.
“You’ll feel better soon. I’ve administered the…let’s call it the antidote. Think of this as a withdrawal process.”
“Withdrawal from what?” I choked out, moving to sit on the nearest surface.
“Your trial runs. I’ve been giving you a special sort of two-part cocktail. Created it myself. Tested it out three weeks ago at DG.”
“What are you talking about. What trial runs?”
He tossed back a healthy amount of his drink.
“None of this will make much sense right now. I haven’t been letting you remember.”
I shook my head back and forth, gripping the sides when it felt as if my brain rocked with the motion.
“See I don’t want to overwhelm you. Or bore you with a long villainous speech. The logistics are simple. I purchased you. You’re mine. I’ve finally figured out what it is you need.”
“What I need…?”
He moved from the window and offered me his drink.
“Have some.”
Seeing he’d drank it and was fine, I snatched the glass and took a generous sip. I nearly coughed up a lung with the first swallow.
He laughed softly, pulling the glass away from me.
“You don’t need pills. You don’t need therapists. You just need me.”
Was he saying he’d taken my pills? A dull throbbing sensation began at the back of my skull.
He reached out and ran a fingertip from the crook of my neck, down between my breast. “Turn around Catalina,” he ordered softly.
Without questioning why even as the word along with a million different questions screamed to be voiced inside my head, I turned, sliding my legs beneath the piano.
“We’ve got company coming tomorrow night, I want you to have a clear head. Play this piece for me.” He tapped the sheet music on the shelf, the same sheet that had been sitting there since I’d arrived. Feeling like I was living an out of body experience I read over the notes and different chords.
My fingers began to move. He stood behind me, tracing my bare skin with his fingertips, taking his time to move lower and lower.
My reality melded with my nightmares. The nightmares bled into my reality. I could no longer tell the difference. I wasn’t sure it mattered. I’ve become addicted to his exclusive dose of madness. Caught in his web of insanity.