Taken by a Monster (In the Arms of Monsters 2)

He kissed down her back and there was no way to stop him as he spread her legs.

“I want you to come all over my face, baby,” he said.

Robin cried out as his tongue flicked across her clit, sending a spiral of fire between her thighs, moaning his name, begging for more. Never wanting him to stop.

He grabbed her ass, pressing his face against her pussy and licking her up as if she was some sweet treat he couldn’t get enough of. The pleasure was too much, and even as she hated herself, she came all over his face. Now that he’d gotten the satisfaction of getting her to orgasm, she knew what would come next.

He’d make love to her.

****

Present day

Bear had become a little more protective of her since the night Bishop took her out. The memories weren’t back, but she’d have flashes of feelings. Bear also wouldn’t leave the house or her side, and so for the past week, she’d been more like his personal prisoner.

Robin had needed a break, and so after she’d gone to her room for the night, she climbed out of her window. It wasn’t hard to do, but it did scare her.

She hated heights. She didn’t know if this was a newfound fear or one extending from her previous life.

Dropping to the ground from where she’d used the tree as leverage, she went onto her hands and knees, crawling past the windows, heading down to the driveway. When she was sure she was clear, she got to her feet and ran. At least she tried to run, which was impossible. The pain was too much and she couldn’t run properly. She ended up in a fast-paced walk.

She wasn’t afraid but once as she got as far as possible, she finally slowed down. She’d been around the town a few times now and so she recognized it.

Tucking her hair behind her ear, she folded her arms, suddenly feeling a little afraid. If something bad was to happen to her, she had no way of contacting anyone to come and help her.

Glancing left and right, she took a deep breath.

I can do this.

I’m a strong woman.

I’ve been through a lot.

I just don’t exactly know what I’ve been through.

It’s all a little fuzzy, but I can handle it.

She kept on walking until she got to the police station. For some reason, she found herself stopping and staring at the building. There was a single light on but she didn’t go inside. The cold was seeping into her bones, and she waited.

When a man came out, she recognized him as the cop who’d come to see her at the hospital. Billy something.

“Robin,” he said the moment he spotted her.

“Hi, sir,” she said.

“It’s Billy. I imagine with everything going on in your life right now, remembering names isn’t high on the list.”

“I don’t really know what is high on my list of things to remember.” She took a deep breath in.

“Do you want me to call someone for you?”

“No!” She held her hand out as if to stop him. “I mean, please don’t.”

“You’re out on your own?”

“Something like that. I don’t want to worry anyone. Bear’s being a little protective.”

“Your dad always has tried to be. Especially when it comes to you.”

She nodded but didn’t question it. She ran her hand from her neck down to her chest, feeling her own pulse. Glancing around, she noticed a couple of people walking their dogs.

“Would you like me to take you somewhere?”

She was about to decline when she thought of something. “Would you take me to Preacher’s house?”

“Yeah, of course.” He nodded to the passenger side of the car. “Jump in.”

She got into the car, putting the seatbelt on and staring forward. “Are you any closer in finding the person who took me?” she asked, not liking the silence within the car.

“I’m always chasing up leads. I’m sure Preacher’s doing his own research when it comes to you.”

“He cares a great deal.”

“Yes, when it comes to you, he does.” Billy took off, heading out of town.

“Where are we going?”

“Preacher doesn’t live close. It’s on the outskirts of town, away from all the trouble.”

“Oh.”

“How’s the memory coming?”

“It’s … not.” She turned to look at him. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“Bishop and I, what were we like as a married couple?”

“I don’t think I should talk about things you don’t know.”

“You don’t?”

“Your and Bishop’s marriage was complicated.”

“Did we love each other?”

“In your way, yes.”

“Then why don’t I feel anything for him?” She pressed her lips together. “Forget I said that.”

“You and Bishop were married, but you didn’t have a conventional marriage.”

“We were best friends?”

“Yes, and he was with a new girl every single chance he got. You didn’t care, though.”

“About his cheating?”

“I guess you could say it was like you didn’t care at all back then. You expected it.”