Page 12 of Echo (A Monster’s Prey #2)

I laid in bed, trying to get the day's events out of my mind. Footsteps stomped through the house, and I rolled my eyes.

How could a man who wore loafers always walk like he was wearing steel toes?

I found the light from the hallway creating a silhouette. His face was in the shadows, since I’d already turned the light off in here. He leaned against the doorway, and I sensed his eyes more than I saw them.

“What do you want?”

He didn’t answer. He stayed eerily still. I waited another few seconds before I rolled over to face the wall. Maybe if I ignored him, he’d go away too.

Lips landed behind my ear and took a slow trail down my neck.

I gasped in surprise. I hadn’t even heard him move. “What are you doing?”

Fingers grabbed my side, pulling me up and into his lap.

“I hate you.” I gritted my teeth, readying myself to endure another round of his ‘affection’.

He grabbed the hair at the base of my neck, but instead of feeling pain, pleasure sparked across my scalp. It felt different from the night before when I’d pissed him off, but I couldn’t figure out how.

He slowly tugged my head until I was forced to look back at him. Not that I could make anything out in the darkness, other than the feeling of his eyes on me.

His lips landed on mine and set my entire body aflame. I tried to resist the sudden emotion, but I was hopeless to fight against something I’d been craving. It reminded me of another time in our relationship.

One where he kissed me like I was all he desired.

His fingers grabbed my chin to hold me in place, as if he couldn’t bear the thought of me escaping. It hurt, but it calmed a place inside of me that craved being needed.

His free hand slid over my breast, and I could swear a growl rumbled in his chest. Just the idea that he could want me so bad that something primal would take over, had moisture gathering between my thighs.

He pinched my nipples and finally let my lips free when I whimpered. He hadn’t said one word, and I felt more beautiful than I had in months.

He shoved me face down into the blanket and pushed my thin sleep dress up over my hips. His piercing gaze burned into my ass.

A soft groan in the back of his throat made every muscle in my body tense. A heavy hand landed on my ass cheek and made me yelp in surprise.

“I’ve wanted you in my hands ever since I laid eyes on you.” His voice was rough and chewed up. “Now that I have you, you can’t escape.”

“You need to be better to me,” I told him, but it was hard to sound serious when I was panting like a bitch in heat.

How could someone I despised inspire this needy desire inside of me? It took three times the amount of work to remember how angry and scared of him I was.

“I agree.”

He slid his head between my thighs, “Sit down.”

“Wait? You said I’d kill you.”

“So be it.”

Something wasn’t right. He hardly even ate me out with me on my back. Even when he did I hated how mechanical it was, so I never asked for it. But he specifically said he wouldn’t let someone with thighs like mine suffocate him to death.

Strong arms locked over my lap, like a carnival ride. “I said sit.”

He secured me flush to his face, and I felt the deep inhale pulling the air around my tender center. A deep groan of approval made my face hot. His mouth latched onto my core, making my eyes roll back in ecstasy.

My breathing stuttered as my brain malfunctioned in the best of ways. Sometimes, a bitch forgets how long it’s been since she’d had her world rocked.

The wild growling and groans like I was the last meal on the planet and he was starved made a lonely piece of me quiver.

I threaded my fingers in his hair to anchor to the universe as he devoured my clit. It didn't take long for a knot to tighten in my gut.

I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, enjoying the way everything intensified, until I was pulsing with the earth shattering monsoon blasting through every good nerve I had.

“Yes,” I moaned so loud, it made me glad there were no neighbors to disturb.

As I came down, I realized I was mindlessly grinding my hips against his face. I attempted to regain my breath, spreading my thighs so he could breathe freely.

“You really need to lead with that more. With tongue work like that, I could forgive a lot.” If there was anything my time Aurelio taught me, was that I was a weak bitch if the lady downstairs was happy.

He chuckled. “You shouldn’t. You should hold me accountable for every sin I’ve committed against you.”

Strong arms slammed me into the mattress, taking my breath away once more.

This time, when he climbed between my thighs, I eagerly wrapped them over his wide hips. I barely managed to keep a grip on him.

Was he always this big?

The darkness shrouded everything, even the light in the hall was off, so I couldn’t see him. But I felt him leaning over me, like an enormous energy that overflowed with dark power.

I couldn’t remember feeling so small against him, but I found it strangely empowering. Like despite all that, he was under my control.

He leaned down, kissing me until I was panting again. Two massive fingers filled me with gentle, tentative strokes as if he were afraid he’d break me. He released my lips when he found my G-spot and I moaned like the whore I was.

He kept adding fingers, stretching me beyond what I thought I was capable of handling.

I wanted to give some snappy retort about how I didn’t need that much of a warm-up for his cock, but my brain cells simply couldn’t. The orgasm slowly building in my gut wouldn’t allow it.

Just a little more. It was so close I could fucking taste it, when he removed his fingers from me.

I whined at the sudden loss of the satisfaction that was right there for the taking. His dark chuckle gave me goosebumps and made my heart pound harder against my breastbone.

He rubbed his cock over my overly sensitive clit, before slowly entering me.

I gasped at the sudden too full feeling that I didn’t recognize. Inch by inch, he filled and stretched me in a way that couldn’t have been natural.

He hissed as if it was too much for him. The sounds of wood cracking barely broke me out of the stupor he had me in, but even that couldn’t take away my focus.

By the time he was flush to me, as deep as he could go, I could barely breathe. Surely this man was all the way into my lungs.

That strange growl left him again, and all it did was make me clench around his massive dick. Every nerve I had quivered, unable to handle the pressure.

Part of me knew there were questions to ask, but that part was shut down for maintenance.

He leaned into my ear, his breathing labored in a way that made me feel like a goddess. “You’ll never out run me. There is no escape for you now. You are mine.”

His hips slowly pulled back, and I sighed into the sensation. When he thrusted back in, it was with a brutal snap that moved the entire bed. A silent warning of what the punishment would be if I tried to run again.

The desire was too much. When my orgasm hit, it was the fourth of July. My toes curled into his sides, as every muscle locked down to endure the pure ecstasy flooding my veins.

He came with me, letting out a howl that sent goosebumps down my arms again. A tiny piece of me had the sudden urge to run, but I was fairly certain that my legs couldn’t do that, even if I really wanted to.

His hot cum filled me, and I locked my legs harder. Loving the heat pouring into me, making my eyes roll back even further.

I was eternally his.

He leaned down to kiss me again, before flopping to the side. The springs of the mattress screamed under his sudden weight, and I got out a breathless laugh. “I’m pretty sure this mattress is from the fifties. Be gentle.”

“I’m not gentle.” But he chuckled along with me, his long nail running between my breasts.

I hummed. “I beg to differ.”

He understood what I meant and leaned to whisper in my ear. “That doesn’t mean I’m gentle, that means you like it hard and rough.”

No doubt I’d be feeling every thrust in the morning, but it would be worth it. Almost worth the terror I felt running away from him.

I lazily scanned the room, but we were in complete darkness. It suddenly hit me. “You didn’t use a condom?”

“A what?”

Fuck. “Don’t play dumb.”

You fucking fell for it, Madison. Hook. Line. Sinker. He got you. “You’re trying to knock me up. I knew better than to trust you.”

I rolled out of the bed and had to catch myself on the mattress when my wobbly legs gave out. Now he had nothing to say.

“I’m sure you’ll be right back to your old ways as soon as you think I’m trapped. I will shoot you in your fucking skull before I let that happen.”

He chuckled again, and I fought the urge to jump on top of him. “I absolutely adore your fire.”

I reached out in the darkness to find the wall and followed it out of the room.

“I already have you trapped, Little Rabbit.”

My blood turned to ice, right as I found the light switch at the end of the hall. I flipped it on needing to be able to see. I had a clear view of the couch downstairs.

Mark's head was leaned backwards with his throat slashed open. Bright, red blood soaked the couch and his clothes. The lifelessness in his eyes cemented the truth.

That wasn’t Mark in my bed.