gaze in the reflections, I sigh.
“Look. I’m sorry, but I can’t help you,” I announce before continuing to brush my teeth. Hating them. Hating myself for not being able to shut the same thing off in my head that lets me see the ghosts.
As a small child, I’d had plenty of friends. It hadn’t been until eight I’d worked out, they’d all been invisible. The girl who talked to dead people. My parents had gone from loving concern to fear and loathing. There’d been no safe haven growing up. There had only been hate and brutality from the ones who were supposed to love me. No attempt at understanding.
As a teenager, I’d been isolated. Never asked to join sleep over parties or join the kids from school for pizza at the mall. I’d craved friendship. A cute little nickname and share secrets with girl pals. Learning to conceal what I could do had been a way of survival. Act normal and don’t let them see what kind of freak you are worked for a while. That was until I attracted the wrong kind of spirits. Dangerous things that caused only harm. It’s why I can never be allowed to lose my temper.
Desperate to escape the memories I’ve put behind me, I flee from the bathroom, bare feet slapping along the wooden floor to my bedroom. Slipping through the door and closing it with a click, I turn on the light.
“Rubeen.”
Whirling around at the sound, I find a huge figure standing in the middle of the room. Black eyes blazing with fire through shaggy blond hair, I feel his lust right down to my toes.
“Nightmares? You’re real!”
He glowers angrily, nudging his chin toward the closed door.
Blinking in confusion, I follow the action, my attention tracking back to his when he growls. “What? Snatch? He’s my flatmate.”
Eyebrow rising, he gives me an incredulous look.
How long has he been here? Long enough to see my friend kiss me. Oh God. The friendly banter between us. Does he think we’re a couple? That my flatmate is my boyfriend?
“It was a misunderstanding,” I manage to squeak before his mouth covers mine. The thrust of his driving tongue has me whimpering. Picking me up effortlessly, he dumps me on the bed sending my collection of cuddly unicorns tumbling to the carpet.
“Wait…what happened? Are you guys ok?” I question as he begins to strip out of his t-shirt bearing his muscular physique. “Why did you send me away?”
Storming toward me, he flips me onto my back. Ripping my pajamas bottoms down my legs, he yanks them over my knees and tosses them to the floor.
“What are you…” The sentence trails off into a guttural cry as his mouth finds my clit. Tangling my fingers in the strands of his hair, I arch my pelvis chasing him in a silent demand for more. Nightmares makes a sound of lusty approval.
“Oh, oh, oh,” I chant as he drives his tongue inside me. Clutching my hips, he keeps me pinned in place as his assault on my pussy mounts. I’m completely overwhelmed as he licks, sucks, and bites my sensitive flesh. A moan merging with the need to scream gets jammed in my throat while I writhe beneath his frenzied attack. Thighs clamping together, I capture his head between them tugging at the hair I have fisted in my death-like grip. Teeth scrape my clit. Bucking, I squeal as it sends me falling head over heels into release.
Nightmares retreats when my thighs go limp in surrender. Pushing off the mattress with his knee, he unbuckles his belt. Slipping the length of it from around his waist he leaves it on the bed. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of his jeans he strips them off fluidly in one go.
My mouth goes dry at the sight of his massive errection. I’ve never seen a cock that big before, and the two lovers I’d taken in the past pale in comparison. I’m not even sure if a monster like that will fit.
Apprehension has me sitting up. “Nightmares wait…”
Ignoring me, he retrieves his belt grabs my ankles and rolls me onto my stomach. Panic pierces the pleasure still riding my body. The leather loops over my head, tightens around my throat cutting off my air supply, like a leash. Clawing at it with my fingers I can’t make it slacken.
A hand skims downward over my bare arse. Thick fingers find my wetness before plunging inside me. The converging sensations have the effect of