Beauty In Her Madness (Winterland Tale #3) - Stacey Marie Brown Page 0,9

wake up Scott, move down his body, bringing him moaning into consciousness with my mouth. But I didn’t.

The voice from earlier, the one that clawed inside me, tracing my skin with violence and fear, clung inside my head, heating my skin.

My eyes glinted in the refection across from me. I couldn’t ignore this strange need. A pull to it.

Quietly, I climbed out of the bed, my feet leading me to the huge mirror over our dresser. I slept in a tank and boy shorts, snug to what minuscule curves I had. But the girl looking back with slightly wavy brown hair hitting just past her shoulders, rosy cheeks, glistening eyes, nipples hard against the fabric didn’t look like me. This girl craved, demanded, and desired passion and adventure.

I ran my hand over my breasts, tingles raking through my nerves. I felt possessed, the girl looking back hungry for something. My mouth parted in the mirror. Bumps danced down my skin as my hand trailed down to my shorts, my focus on the glass growing so intense that everything blurred around me, even forgetting my boyfriend was sleeping nearby. As if I were in a trance, my gaze pushed past the glass to the person reflecting back. For a moment I thought I saw movement behind it, a dark silhouette as my fingers slipped under my underwear, skating over my folds, my breath hitching, before plunging in.

I sucked in, drowning in an overwhelming power. I had never been into kinky sex or one who liked watching myself. Every once in a while, Scott and I would role-play a movie like Star Wars or GoT, when we got a little bored. But watching myself now, I felt daring, as if others were watching me too. My muscles tingled as I widened my hips, rubbing my thumb over my nerves, losing myself in the sensation.

“Dinah… Fuck.” The voice was so deep inside me it licked my bones. My mind shut down all logic as I glided through myself, whatever it was about this voice I created in my head, it turned me violent and wanting. My breath caught as I felt an orgasm start to build, a moan sticking in my throat.

A man’s growl vibrated under my skin, my lids closed at the rough, feral noise, causing me to go deeper, harder, my lungs puffing as I felt something explode inside me. My head spun, and it felt like I was tumbling forward. Instead of hitting the dresser, I continued to fall…

My orgasm ripping me away from Earth.

Descending down a dark, dark hole.

Chapter 4

A scream tore from my lips as I plummeted, my body heading straight for what looked like a stone floor. I reached out for anything to hold on to, panic flinging all thought from my head except survival. I knew from the speed I was falling that I was going to die. With another cry, I closed my lids, waiting for my bones to hit, my body to splatter over the ground.

A few feet from the ground, a gust of wind blew up toward me, wrapping around me, stopping my fall like a parachute. It eased me to the ground, and my bare toes touched the stone floor as I gently landed on my feet.

I didn’t die…I didn’t die. I patted myself down, inhaling deeply, my heart thumping wildly in my chest. Holy Kris Kringle. I’m alive. It took me several deeper breaths to calm down.

Eventually, my attention went over the round, gray-blue stone room. The only thing in it was a huge gold-framed mirror. A strange sense of déjà vu fluttered my stomach with a profound familiarity. It was as though I had been here before, which was stupid. I didn’t even know where the hell I was. My head struggled with the logic of being safely in my bedroom and now standing in what looked like a turret of an old castle.

“You are dreaming. It’s just a dream. Wake up, Dinah.” I pinched my skin. I flinched from the pain, but nothing changed around me. Panic drove up my throat, burning my tongue in acid. “Wake up. Wake up.” I squeezed my lids, pinching my skin hard. “Ow!”

“If you are into pleasure and pain, maybe I can assist,” a gruff voice rumbled from behind me.

A scream bucked out of me as I whirled around, my body going into defense mode, ready for an attack.

A beast of a man leaned against the wall, his almond-shaped eyes glowering, pinning me