Page 67 of Evil Hearts

Chapter 4

I climb in the bed after hours of studying. A great day in town and a meeting set up with someone tomorrow about this damn thing in the house. The covers are cool against my warm skin.

I have a date. With a hot woman. I think about the moment I met her at the counter in the coffee shop. The pure feeling of joy and nervousness that entered my body.

Reaching down between my legs, my fingers slide along my stomach. I part my lips and circle my clit with two fingers. I apply more pressure until I can’t stand the sensitivity any longer.

“Cat,” I breathe out.

I slip two fingers inside of me and curl them against my front wall. Reaching for the perfect spot just inside of me. Pressing my palm into my clit, I can’t help bucking my hips as I seek friction from my palm.

“Fuck.”

I tweak a nipple with my other hand, rolling it between my thumb and finger with practiced ease. The extra stimulation sending me closer to my release. My fingers are soaked, and the wetness does nothing to stop my movements as I gain ground on an explosive orgasm.

I arch my back slightly as I reach for the one spot that makes me see stars. After a moment, I find it and then I fuck my fingers and palm. Rolling my hips and curving my fingers until my body shakes. Sensations overload me into feeling like I’m about to implode.

Just when I don’t think I can take any more, my walls clench my fingers and I ride out the wave as it crashes over me. I soak my hand and a moan’s forced from between my lips. The needy little cunt of mine wants more. Sorry, girl. That’s all I’ve got.

I collapse on the bed and allow my breathing to return to normal. I roll over and grab my towel from the floor where I left it and wipe my hand clean. Settling into the bed, I shiver as the cool air hits my skin.

My mind and body now spent, I think nothing of the coolness slipping over my skin as I roll to my side and slip into a sleep filled with orgasms and need. Every inch of me is now relaxed.

I wake with an ache between my legs. A touch slipping along my thighs in a cool embrace. Glancing at the clock on my nightstand to see what time it is. The sun isn’t even out yet, damn it. I rub my eyes to wake myself up.

A force pushes me onto my back, and I gasp as a weight settles over my legs. What the fuck is happening right now? My sleep addled brain can’t catch up as a cold finger brushes along my clit. Stroking me with force.

I spread my legs further without even thinking. The ache begging to make it stop. I arch my back slightly and a moan escapes my lips as something cold as hell enters my body. Sliding into me with a forceful pressure. That’s when it hits me. It’s her fingers. Three of them, to be exact.

“No. Wait. What are you doing to me? I didn’t say you could. W..why are you doing this?”

Another moan slips from between my lips before I can stop it. I want her to stop, but I also want the fucking release she is edging me toward. I can’t. We can’t. Who is this woman?

“Fuck… I need… Ohhh. I need… Fuck, yes... No… Shit. Gotta… stop…”

I scramble backwards, away from the thing between my legs. I don’t know what to think. My body is aching from the loss of her fingers. Did she just… I look down between my legs and I can see myself all over my inner thighs.

“Holy shit.”

I swear I hear a woman chuckle, then they are gone. The air instantly warms up. It’s hard to catch my breath. I’m pretty sure a ghost just finger fucked me in my bed. What the actual fuck is happening?

I slip from the bed and into the bathroom for a warm shower. I need it after that encounter. I’m still not sure how to wrap my head around it. An entity just finger fucked me… and I enjoyed it.

I really didn’t want her to stop. What does that say about me? Am I just some ghost fucker now? Why would she even want to fuck me when she tried to kill me just the other day?

I step beneath the water and let the warmth thaw my body out. I can’t lie. Her frozen fingertips inside of me were pure heaven. The coldness soothing my fire. I lean against the shower wall and really think of what just happened. Why would an entity feel so much like home to me, and at the same time like fire and ice burn in my veins together like a long-lost lover?

And how are they so capable of touching me with such fierceness? I’ve never heard of someone being damn near fucked by one. Of course, who would admit that honestly?

“Oh, yeah, a ghost woke me up while they fingered me and it felt amazing. Yeah, that sounds like a vacation trip with grippy socks.”

How else would that look to someone? I wouldn’t have believed them if it hadn’t just happened to me. So now I need to find out why it happened. Clearly, this entity is strong. More than she should be. She has zero problems hiding her essence from me, yet she can’t hide her coldness. She can touch objects and my body without any restrictions, it seems.

Will we even be able to rid this house of her? She has to be attached to this house somehow. She couldn’t be this strong without an anchor keeping her here. What is the anchor? Where is it?

I wash off and get out of the shower. Grabbing another towel from beneath the counter, I use it to dry off. The rough fabric nowhere near as soft as I wish it was. My skin’s so sensitive from the denied orgasm.

Realizing that I won’t be heading back to bed anytime soon, I dress and exit the bedroom in search of coffee. It’s going to be a long ass day and I need more than just caffeine and prayers to the goddess to get through it.

Time to study and then maybe I can take a nap later to make up for the lack of sleep. If the entity can leave me alone for five damn minutes. Maybe I should take a nap with pants on this afternoon. The thought creeps me out, but at the same time, I still remember her fingers buried inside of me.

The feeling of her against my skin. The chill of her icy fingers. I shake my head to clear the thoughts away. Something is very wrong with me.