Page 44 of Conjure

When the door creaks open, I peek through the gap, then slowly inch outside. The door nearest the wall is closed. Something is in there. Every nerve ending in my body knows it. I can sense the thickening air around it as I skirt the room, keeping as much distance as possible.

Silence presses in from all corners, drowning out the passing conversations in the hallway until I hear nothing except myroaring pulse. I’m hyperaware of the stall beneath the small window, which barely allows daylight into the room.

I keep my eyes on the door as I reach out behind me to skim my fingers over the small sinks, one after the other. Despite the terror growing with each step, I continue toward the stall. Curiosity cares little for survival.

My hand knocks against something. I snatch it back and spin around. “What the...” I gulp, seeing the doll propped up on the sink, watching me with its beady eyes. I take a careful step backward when a bead of dark red blood pours from the crack in the porcelain, and I let out a choked sob.

Behind me, the stall door creaks open, shattering the thick silence that sucks the air out of the room. A panicked sob crawls up my throat, but before it can echo off the walls, a strong hand grabs me and spins me around.

“What the fuck, Camryn?”

Caught in Dominic’s dark eyes, I gulp down breaths.

“What the hell is wrong?” His gaze coasts over my face and he scans the room before looking back at me with a furrowed brow. “Why are you freaking out?”

“The stall,” I choke out, and Dominic looks past my shoulder. He releases me and stalks up to it. I spin around, intending to hide the doll before he can see it, but it’s gone.

I stare at the empty sink. Where the hell did it go? It was there a minute ago. I crouch down as if I’ll find it on the floor.

Behind me, Dominic slams the stall door open with such force my heart jumps. The last thing I need is to be caught in his storm when my mind is this fragile. I run for the exit, but I barely make it three steps before his muscular arm bands around my waist and lifts me off the floor. “Where are you going, Sis?”

Kicking out with my feet, I flail and scream as he clamps his free hand over my mouth to muffle the haunted sound.

“Nothing quite turns me on like your fight.”

I’m dragged into the nearest stall and dropped onto the toilet seat. Dominic swiftly undoes his belt, and then his hand is in my hair, yanking my head back. I try to stand when he frees his dick, but he shoves me back down and thrusts his hard length against my lips. “What’s going on inside that fucked-up head of yours, huh?”

I sneer, but the sound soon cuts off when he tightens his grip on my hair. It fucking hurts.

“Less with the attitude.” He grips his shaft and smacks the crown against my lips, his gaze riveted on the burning fury in mine.

“I’m not going crazy,” I bite out.

He slides his large hand over his cock as he chuckles low in his chest. “No? Care to explain why you were freaking out inside an empty bathroom?”

“Something was inside that stall.”

His cock bumps up against my lips again, and I dig my nails into his thighs in a weak attempt to push him off. Though I’m not sure I want to stop him.

“I’ve been thinking,” he drawls, coaxing my lips to open with a bead of precum. “I need to get you out of my head. I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing to me, but it’s pissing me the hell off.”

“Anyone could walk in, Dom,” I remind him.

“Shut the fuck up!” He slides his veiny dick into my mouth, making me gag around his length as I dig my nails into his jeans, struggling for something to hold on to.

“We both know you’re a pro at deep-throating, so quit the innocent act. Be good for me and swallow my dick.”

His fingers tangle in my hair, and he grunts when I relax my throat around his throbbing length.

“That’s it, little home wrecker,” he praises, rolling his hips. “Now let me hear you choke while I fuck your tight throat.”

My nails catch in his jeans as he goes to town, ramming his cock down my throat and pulling my hair. It’s vicious, designed to inflict pain and humiliation—I relish every twisted second.

I find my sanity in his madness. This punishment.

With his cock throbbing deep in my throat and his long fingers tearing at my hair, I can finally let go.

Relief floods through me as I release a sob.