Page 3 of Now You See Him

Chapter

Three

“ I have to go back to New York,” Logan said. He barged into Tina’s office with a distracted and irritated expression. “I know going on a business trip so soon after we moved isn’t ideal, but I can’t help it.”

“I’ve asked you this before, but I really need you to knock when I’m working,” Tina said with a sigh. She pulled out her earbuds, grateful that her call had just ended.

Logan gave her an exasperated look. “This is important. I have to go back to New York. It’s only a couple hours of a drive so I’m going to leave today, and I’ll be back tomorrow morning.”

“Okay, be safe,” Tina said. She began putting the earbuds back in, when she heard Logan’s scoff.

Good lord .

“Did you need something else?”

Logan crossed his arms over his chest. “You know, I remember a time when you’d pack my bag for me.”

Tina snorted. “Logan, I’ve never packed your bag for you.”

He rolled his eyes, then smiled at her as if he was trying to be charming. “Well, I have to wrap up a few calls. I could use your help now.”

She pointed to her computer screen. “I’m sorry but I have calls, too. And you know the closet better than I do. You’re the one who wanted to put in that organization system.”

He crossed the room to her, then in a rare show of affection, stood behind her chair and began massaging her shoulders. She tensed under the familiar touch.

“You know,” he said softly as he pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. “You don’t have to work if you don’t want to.”

“Well, considering this house is under my name and I’m currently paying the mortgage, I am going to have to work.”

“If we move back to New York, we can stay in my condo that’s just sitting empty now and focus on building a family. Kids. You wouldn’t have to do anything but become a lady who lunches or whatever.”

Tina had a hard time holding in her laugh at the ridiculous image he painted. “You’d rather raise kids in one of the most expensive cities in the world on a single income, than kids in the country on a dual income? Logan.”

Logan’s hands slipped off her shoulders. “You know what? Never mind. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

“Okay, bye,” Tina said. She didn’t know why he was so frustrated with her. If she’d interrupted his work the same way, then he’d lose it.

Her phone buzzed with an incoming call from a team member, and she immediately answered. Thankfully work could keep her busy in the meantime.

It was four hours later before she surfaced.

Her back and knees were stiff, and the light outside her window was beginning to fade.

She gasped when she looked at the time. How was it already seven thirty?

Tina got to her feet, and after a little bit of light stretching, she made her way to her bedroom.

Logan had made an absolute mess of the place. His closet doors hung open, and clothes were littered over the floor and across the bed. Tina rubbed her eyelids.

“God save me from children,” she mumbled to herself.

In an act as petty as Logan’s childish mess, she grabbed his clothes and tossed them back in his closet. At least she had the rest of the night to herself to do whatever she wanted.

Tina quickly changed into yoga pants and a sports bra before she went down to the great room, and put on a quick workout video to stretch her muscles and get a short sweat session in.

She showered, then put together a pasta for dinner, which she consumed in front of the TV with reruns of Grey’s Anatomy .

Halfway through the second episode, she heard the familiar squeak of the basement door opening.

“New hinges, my ass,” she muttered. Tina stood with her empty plate and carried it to the kitchen sink. She set it down before facing the basement door. It stood wide open, and this time, the basement light flickered.

Tina leaned in close to look at the shiny hardware. Her fingers stilled on the cool metal as she traced the tightened screws. They were brand new.

Then why was it opening on its own? And now the light? As if someone was there…

No. Impossible. There’s no such thing as ghosts. That was ridiculous. With a deep breath, she took one step and then another downstairs. She’d check the breaker box to make sure.

When she reached the bottom, she glanced around at the bare concrete space. The last time she’d ventured down here, she’d been directing the movers to put some of her storage items against the wall. It looked exactly the same as how she’d left it.

Tina turned to go back up the stairs, when the door slammed shut and the lights flickered out. Then, there was nothing but darkness.

Tina lay naked in bed. She felt so heavy that she couldn’t even open her eyes. That’s when a hand stroked her bare shoulders and roughly palmed the globes of her breasts. It felt different than Logan’s pampered touch. There were calluses that brought her nipples to tight peaks.

She moaned as the hand coasted over her abdomen.

She felt lips press above her belly button, then below.

Her legs parted and she squirmed as fingers gripped her thighs and shoved them apart.

The force, the pressure of the hold, had her arms reaching over her head to touch the headboard.

What was happening to her? Why was she so wet and eager?

She’d never wanted sex so much in her life, like she couldn’t breathe if she didn’t come.

Then a mouth covered her pussy and licked hard against her swollen, wet clit.

She shouted, her body bowing against the hungry onslaught of lips, tongue, and teeth.

She was penetrated, first by this man’s tongue, then by fingers.

There was one, then two. He began to piston hard into her, uncaring of how brutal and ruthless he was to her cunt.

She screamed out, barely hanging on as his mouth and thumb flicked her clit hard at the same time.

Her nub was swollen, and she was at the mercy of the pleasure he inflicted on her body.

It took minutes before Tina orgasmed with so much ferocity, she was breathless.

She tried desperately to suck in air when waves of pleasure wrecked her body.

Sweat began to bead on her skin. What was happening to her?

Who was taking her with this much abandon?

Who knew exactly what she needed to come?

She tried to open her eyes, but her lids remained too heavy, her limbs barely able to move on their own accord.

She shifted her legs, and the hold on her thighs eased before she felt her lover, her attacker, hook her knees over his elbows.

The rough hair of his forearms rubbed against the smoothness of her skin.

He was going to fuck her. She felt the way he adjusted her hips, spreading her open impossibly wider, and the dip and shift of the mattress as he got to his knees.

He was going to take her, and she couldn’t do anything to stop him.

She opened her mouth again, this time to ask him who he was and why he was doing this to her, when she felt the tip of his broad cock press against her pussy.

She shuddered at the contact, and all words escaped her.

She wanted this. No, she needed a fucking from this stranger.

Only he could show her the pleasure she’d craved her whole life and never been able to receive.

Tina felt him slowly enter her in one firm push, stretching her to the point of agony.

She was so full that she gasped. Her muscles strained until she didn’t think she could take any more.

Then he pulled out just as slow and thrust into her with so much force, she screamed with it.

This wasn’t her fiancé. This wasn’t any man she’d had before.

The feeling was too hard, too intense, too consuming.

He was way bigger than Logan, bigger than anyone who had fucked her before.

She was terrified with the intensity of his dominance, of the way he consumed her and drilled into her until his balls rested against her ass.

She heard his uneven, raspy breath above her before her attacker began fucking her in raw, carnal thrusts that had her breasts bouncing, that nearly forced her off the bed with each push. She was his fucktoy, his plaything, here for his pleasure only.

“L-let me see you!” she managed to scream out. “Who are—why?”

Her words were pants that she barely managed to articulate. The man continued to take her with singular focus, ignoring her pleas. She felt another orgasm rising in her, and the strength of it had her panicking for the first time since this twisted dream began.

Then she felt the same rough, callused hand pressing hard against her abdomen to hold her in place as he began to fuck her harder and faster than she’d ever thought possible. She’d have delicious bruises, feel his cock in her abdomen for days.

Gripping the headboard harder, she screamed with every forceful fuck until the orgasm licked at her lower back, then crested low in her belly.

“Who are you?” she screamed again just as the orgasm took her.

This time, when she screamed, she was able to open her eyes, and she saw the faint outline of a man who looked like a meaner, harder, version of Derrick Sutter.

The alarm screeched through the room, and Tina bolted upright in her bed before reaching out and slapping her hand over the button.

Her heart was racing, and her body was sticky with cooling sweat.

She looked down in stunned silence at the rumpled bedsheets that snaked through her legs and between her naked breasts.

There was a pool of her own cum on the sheets, and her thighs were sticky.

She felt swollen and swore as if the dream had been real. It felt so real.

Tina rubbed her temples. Hadn’t she been in the basement? When had she come upstairs? And why did she feel like her body had run a marathon? No, why did she feel like she’d been fucked thoroughly?

Her phone buzzed again, and this time she saw an incoming text from Logan.

Logan.

He’d be home any minute, and she absolutely could not be seen like this. Tina bolted out of bed and raced for the bathroom.

She’d have to think about her dreams some other time.