Chapter 66: The Nightmare
Alan's POV
I held my heart in my mouth after that order, it seems he wasn't still over me.
However, I was fucking exhausted and just wish he wouldn't start another session after screaming for long hours.
As though I was controlled, I laid down. He took a bottle of Sapphire Martini on me and the cold makes my skin tamper as I sink the queer feeling inside, sulking my breath.
I straightened my legs, placed my hands over my head as I cried sexily, anticipating his touch.
Then it came, bewilderment overwhelms me as he had his tongue, licking me from my chest down.
I blew out soft air and grit my teeth wanting to hold out the sensation pumping inside of me.
His tongue taunt my body, as he bites my skin.
"Let me take out their touch from you" he teases and my cheeks flushes red.
He rubbed my dick, as washing it off with the martini and fuck, it was hot, and cold at the same time.
"Darius, you rock!" I cried and he grinned naughtily at me.
He rolled me down from the chair, and my back faced him, my butt crouched on the heel of my foot.
I knew what was coming as he buried my head on the soft seat and began to bang my butthole.
I screamed and I guess the driver was tensed by the sound I made. However, I just did know what was happening, how to escape this scenery.
His dick bruises me tenderly as I jerked where I knelt down, I was burning inside, jittery and trying to concentrate.
It was a quicky and so he pulled out when I wanted him buried inside me for long.
He laid on the couch and exhaled softly, I could feel his fingers running through my hair and rubbing it softly like his pet.
My head was still buried in the seat and I felt his touch again.
I remained in that position moaning and hollowing until he raised my head and then scoffed at me.
His eyes were peering at me as I tremble, staring so passionately at him. I could tell he wasn't tired or perhaps pitied me because I felt weak even though I still wanted him.
"Hey whore, you still want more huh" his lips mutters as he gave me a dirty smile that send a rush of pleasure inside me.
I was drowning in the esctasy and shyly nodded my head, feeling like the bitch he wanted me to become.
"I thought you'd want to die" he whispers and I drew my face closer to his, wanting to kiss that lip.
"There are still chances of a second... thought..."
He didn't let me complete my statement when he quickly swallowed my lips.
I chuckled in his mouth and placed my palms on his lips. It was fierce, passionate and loving that I couldn't help but get bewitched.
My fingers ran through his skin as I moved my body to lay with him. He cuddles me in his arms and I felt so safe, enthralled and fascinated.
He terminated the kiss and then said;
"Drive us around town"
I let out a smile and before shutting those eyes, I said;
"Don't run off like this morning, I don't want to chase you around"
He kissed my forehead again and then gave me a sided smile. I'd always prefer to sleep in his arms because I'd be safe with him.
That was it, I wouldn't think of dying again as long as I've got Darius.
***
My breathing came in short haggard gasps as I ran through the woods, my chest heaving.
I was unfazed by the thorns which bruised my heels, all the pain I felt was little compared to the ache in my chest.
A glance over my shoulders, I could see him. He looked calm, the wild terrifying grin still running across his lips.
His eyes glowed in the dark, sending shivers down my spine.
I had no idea who I was running away from, all I knew was that he owned me like some sought of property.
The cemetery was quiet, save from the violent beating of my heart. My knees crumbled beneath me.
I fell on the floor, gasping for breath. I dared not stay long here.
If I did, he'd catch up with me, dragging me back to the hell he called home.
The moon bathed the earth with its soft glow, the wind howling through the open, brushing past the black roses which grew on the tombs, their delicate petals
scattering on the floor.
“Run.”
I heard him speak through the woods,his words making my heart skip a bit.
I stood immediately, straightening my shirt.
My eyes darted around the open space, a surge of excitement coursing through my veins as I saw a church close by.
The loud ringing of the bell sliced through the air, it was midnight.
I dragged my feet to the church, catching my breath as I stepped into it.
The church was empty, weirdly decorated with candles, flames dancing on their wicks.
Without hesitation, I ran towards the pulpit. My hands clasped as I muttered prayers.
I hoped here would offer the safety I needed.
A cool breeze blew through the windows,the candles flickering off, plunging me into darkness.
My chest rose and fell, my lips quivering.
My body trembled as sweat trickled down my temples.
He was here. I could swear he was here. I felt a sharp sting in my eyes as I slowly turned my head.
He stood at the threshold, his terrifying aura dominating the atmosphere.
The air was thick with tension, a sardonic smile on his lips which made my skin crawl.
I tried to speak, but the words caught in my throat. I forced my legs to stand, even when my knees threatened to collapse, my heels aching. I was done running.
It was obvious, no matter how fast I ran, I was too slow, he'd always catch up.
He walked in my direction, maintaining a cold demeanor which made my skin crawl. I stumbled backwards, too scared to look into his glowing eyes.
“P…Please,” I begged, my voice barely above a whisper.
I stumbled against the wall, its coldness biting into my skin.
My eyes shut immediately and I slowly resigned myself to my pathetic fate. He leaned close to me.
His breath brushing against my skin. Different thoughts crawled into my mind, goosebumps popping to the surface.
His tongue flickered out, rubbing on my skin, slowly tracing to my ear.
My breathing hitched, the air too thick to breathe in. I was suffocating and he didn't care.
His thick pierced into my ear lobe and then, he whispered the word which I dreaded the most;
“Mine.”