Page 18 of Hollow House

“Are you okay?” the Wraith asked the second we were inside.

He glanced me over like he was looking for injuries, and I stood frozen in shock. The sudden attention and care was too much.

“Why do you care?” I asked with a sigh of defeat.

I’d given in, went back inside, but part of me still wanted to run, to be done with this assignment. To write an article that exposed the place for what it was….

A house of horrors, not pleasures.

The place had a way of making you slowly lose your mind. All night long, I couldn’t tell what was reality and what was my mind playing tricks. The woman in the window, the one in the bathroom—was any of it real?

“Are you even real?” I asked without realizing I said it out loud until his brows raised.

He moved closer, and my feet remained firmly planted. If this wasn’t reality, what did I care if he was in my space? Maybe this was all a dream, and I’d wake back in my bed.

He reached for my hand slowly, watching me for any sign of denial, but I let him continue. It landed on his chest, and I could feel his heart beating steadily beneath my touch.

“This is real, love,” he promised. “Take a few deep breaths.”

I tried inhaling and exhaling to the same rhythm as the rise and fall of his chest. Eventually, the sheer panic that had grabbed me so forcefully resided. He watched me, never once letting go of my hand.

“Sorry,” I muttered.

“Don’t be,” he insisted. “There’s nothing wrong with asking questions.”

I looked up and found his dark eyes glancing me over. My gaze dropped to his lips, and before I could change my mind, I stood on my toes and kissed him.

His hands moved to my face to hold me there, but after a second, he backed away.

“Let’s go somewhere with fewer watchful eyes this time,” he said, leading me back inside.

It wasn’t until we reached a new door in a hall I wasn’t sure I had been in that we paused. He opened the door, letting me in first.

The room was filled with mirrors and padded floors, a gym turned into a room of various desires. I spotted brand new vibrators still in their packages, bondage, even paddles.

“Tell me, love: which do you desire?”

The words tickled my ear on his whisper.

I glanced around, but nothing specific caught my eye.

Only a few hours in, I wasn’t sure if I wanted the Wraith to use some of the more unfamiliar toys just yet.

Nerves crept through my body, self-consciousness at the fact that he was likely far more experienced.

He saw the way my arms wrapped around my middle and I shied away from him. His arms wrapped around me and tucked me close.“Let’s start with the familiar,” he said. “A simple game.”

“A game?”

“For each question asked, we remove a piece of clothing,” he mused.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how that game goes,” I answered, a smile tugging at my lips.I expected far worse.

He shrugged.

“Maybe I’m just trying to find an excuse to see you without clothing again.”

“I’ll play,” I said.

I crossed the room and picked up a tickler. When I spun back to face him, he had closed a bit of distance between us. I pointed the tickler at him. “You first.”

“Fine. What’s your favorite color?” he asked with a smirk.

I saw exactly what he was doing, and I wouldn’t make it so easy for him.

“Pink,” I said, tossing my pink-streaked hair behind my shoulder.

I reached down and pulled off my pair of black heels. My feet were aching, pulsing with freedom the second they went flat. My arms crossed and hip popped as I gave him a wicked grin.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

He took a step closer.

“Damon,” he answered without hesitation, slipping off the black loafers he wore.

This game wouldn’t last long. It was far too easy, and there were minimal layers I had to work with. But I didn’t care. That was the point.

“Why do you truly wish to write an article on Hollow House?” he asked.

“I thought you would know that,” I pointed out.

“Humor me, love,” he said.

“I want a promotion,” I answered and shrugged.

It was at least part of the truth, but his eyes bore into me like he saw past that tidbit of information. The silence burned through me as I slipped my hand to pull off my bra.

“Not yet,” he stopped me with two words.

I let go of my dress and stopped fidgeting with the fabric. My head cocked, waiting for him to elaborate.

“Answer fully, or you didn’t answer,” he said.

“I did?—”

“You didn’t, or you’re lying to yourself. You don’t want to be stuck at that small town magazine,” he said.

He saw right through me. He’d claimed to know all about me; apparently, that stalking was intricate and thorough. Beyond just my job, he knew details of my life few knew.

“Fine,” I admitted. “I want my ticket away from here.”

I maneuvered my dress and slowly, tortuously, pulled off my bra, keeping my eyes set on him.

His entire body tensed; I could tell he was holding himself back.

Only steps away from him, I reached out with the tickler, running the feathers along his neck.

The shudder that ran through his body was visible.

I wasn’t even quite sure I was using the thing right, but it seemed to have an effect on him, which was my goal.

“What is your deepest desire?” I asked.

Another step closer, and I knew only one more would close the gap between us.

“To make you mine,” he said as he closed the last step and unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it to the side.His arms wrapped around my waist and tugged at my dress.

“Take this off,” he demanded, done with the questions and turning impatient.

“I thought we were getting to know each other a bit,” I teased.

“I know enough, and now, I know I need this,” he said, sliding a hand down to cup my ass. “There will be plenty of time for other questions eventually.”

I tried to ignore what that inferred and how it made my heart leap.

He wanted to see me more than just this, maybe even after Halloween ended.

I chose not to analyze it as he guided me over to the bench in the room, sitting down on it.

His hands tugged at me, my ass backing into him.

I was completely exposed as he unhooked my bra and tossed it aside.

My cheeks warmed, catching sight of us in one of the many mirrors around the room.

“Watch how fucking beautiful you are,” he said as I sat back against him and he slipped his fingers into me.

He wrapped a strong arm around me, and my hands immediately grabbed him. I was sitting in his lap instead of the bench, and in the mirror across from the bench, I saw us.

His eyes were glued to it, watching the way I reacted to every touch and movement. My cheeks flushed, seeing how intense his stare was on my body.

I could see everything. My entire pussy was on display.

I tipped my head back against the Wraith, but his other hand grabbed my chin and forced me back to watching.

“I want you to watch as I make you come,” he ordered. “I need to see you scream my name before I make those wicked lips suck my cock.”

I didn’t last long beyond that, shocked my body still had any orgasms left in it. Was this some new record or something?

At what point did the human body shut down from pleasure?

My ass pressed back into his hardened dick, and my mouth watered, wanting to taste him.

His fingers continued to make quick work of me, and soon, I spilled over the edge. I screamed his name as the orgasm slammed into me and my body trembled. I barely held myself up, his strong arms the only thing saving me.

Before I could even process it, he flipped me around and lifted me.

My legs wrapped around him to help hold myself up as he walked me into one of the mirrored walls.

The glass was cold against my naked body, and I feared I may break something.

Damon wasn’t gentle, and my heart raced, terrified the glass would shatter.

He pulled his cock from his pants and easily slipped inside me.

His thrusts were hard, and I clung as close to his body as I could. The friction of our skin pressed together and my clit rubbing against him had me shuddering.

I let my legs drop from his hips after a moment, and he pulled out of me. I dropped to the floor and slowly moved him to place his back to the wall.

His eyes questioned me, brows raised, but he didn’t stop me.

I dropped to my knees in front of him, to fulfill his desire.

My hands wrapped around his cock and guided it to my mouth.

At first, it was a lot, maybe too much. His dick barely fit and I gagged.

He hit the back of my throat as I took him in.

It took a few thrusts before I found a good rhythm.

Tears lined my eyes just from his sheer size.

He gripped my hair, using his leverage to help push the pace. As his dick slipped in and out of my mouth, I dragged my tongue up the shaft.He let out a deep moan, and his fingers tightened their grip.

I could taste his pre cum as he prepared to topple over the edge. I knew it was coming. His entire body tensed, and his thrusts became faster. His head tipped back as he released, cum dripping down my throat.

“Fuck,” he moaned as he finished.

I pulled back and wiped my mouth on my arm. When I glanced up, I found him staring down at me, watching, taking in my every move.

He stepped around me and walked toward the bench, collecting our clothing. He pulled on his shirt and secured the buttons in place once more. I slipped the dress back on, leaving my bra off.

He sat on the floor and leaned against the mirrors, beckoning for me to join. I tucked myself beside him and let myself slip down to rest.

We stayed silent, resting for what felt like hours. My body was growing even more tired but clinging to what I had found at Hollow House. I no longer wanted to run. I didn’t want to return to my house empty-handed.

My head rested on his lap as I laid there, curled up on the floor beside him.

A familiar beep sounded from his pocket, and I lifted my head off his lap. My eyes alternated between watching him play with my hair in the mirror to shut for a few minutes. Sleep was calling for me, but the night wasn’t over. Dawn was approaching soon, and I dreaded it.

I sat up, letting him pull out his phone.

“I have to deal with one more thing,” he said and lightly kissed my forehead.

“Don’t leave me here,” I blurted and slapped a hand over my mouth, embarrassed at how quickly I let myself get attached.

It was a night.

Tomorrow, things would be different.

Felix was wrong. I didn’t need a hook up. I needed my therapist and to swear off hook ups for another year. But again, maybe losing touch with who I was could be good for me. It was uncomfortable at first, but once I worked through whatever this need was, it could be okay.

“It’ll only be twenty minutes,” he promised. “Why don’t you explore the rest of the halls on this side of the mansion?”

Wandering had landed me in plenty of trouble before.

“For your article, of course,” he said with a mischievous grin.

Now, I really couldn’t say no.