Stalker - Clarissa Wild Page 0,107
her devious mind, and her sweet, delicious smile. Goddammit, she’s like a fucking annoying vixen … a tortured one at that.
I turn the faucet off, dry myself off, wrap the towel around my waist, and make my way back to the bedroom.
When I open the door, I find her rummaging around in the bed.
At first, I think she’s attempting something, like an escape or an attack, but then I notice her eyes are still closed.
She’s still dreaming.
The noises she makes sound like she’s in danger, physically in pain, emotionally distraught. Groaning, she rolls back and forth, fighting with the air around her. She gasps and grabs her own throat, screaming my name.
I step closer and grab her arms, but she won’t stop, so I crawl on top of her, and whisper into her ear, “Stop. It’s me.”
“Get off me!” she screams, but her eyes aren’t even open yet.
It’s him. She’s not dreaming about me. She’s dreaming about him. Drago. The man who tried to take from her what belongs to me.
The idea alone intensifies my need to claim her again, and to stop her from thinking about him ever again. So I force her on her belly and hold her down as she thrashes around in the bed.
“Calm down,” I say, although it’s causing the exact opposite within my own body. Lying on top of her with a raging hard-on only makes me hornier.
“No!” she screams.
“Yes,” I whisper. “You’re dreaming about him, aren’t you? Drago.”
“He’s on top of me …” she murmurs.
“What is he doing?” I ask, shoving her hands above her head so she can’t move.
“He’s trying to …” She sniffs.
I knew it. She keeps repeating the same scene over and over in her head of him assaulting her. She can’t get him out of her mind, and I hate to see her this way. I don’t want him there; this position, and everything about her, should be mine.
And the way I’m lying on top of her now is probably exactly what he did to her when he found her in the attic. I can’t let her keep that memory; I can’t let it break her. If there’s anything that’ll break her, it’ll be me and only me.
Because I am the only one who can bring her back to one piece again.
The towel drapes off me, and as I lie naked on top of her, my erection poking her ass. Her eyes finally shoot open, immediately aimed at me.
“Phoenix?” she whispers.
I move in and place a kiss on her neck while pushing my fingers underneath her, sliding them down her belly. “Yes, Princess. It’s me.”
“What are you doing?” she murmurs, her eyes red. “Oh, god … I had such a bad dream.”
“Shh …” I say, placing a finger on her lips.
My hand drifts further down until I reach her pussy, which makes her gasp. “Phoenix?”
“Quiet,” I whisper. “Don’t talk.”
“No, what are you doing?” she says, as I start to rub her.
“What I’m supposed to do.” I reach down and circle around her clit.
“No, not now …”
“Yes, now; it needs to be now.”
“But that man, he … he …”
“I know what he did.”
“You don’t understand,” she says. “He tried to—”
“Shh … I know, sweet cheeks.” I place a kiss underneath her ear while I rub her faster and faster.
She tries to move. “No, please. Get off me, Phoenix.”
“This has to happen.”
“I can’t,” she says, gasping for air as if her lungs are restricted. “It doesn’t feel right.”
“That’s because he tried to do this too, didn’t he?”
She nods. “I don’t want it … the memories …”
“I know, Princess. I’m going to take them all away.”
***
VANESSA
He fondles me, in a way that makes me feel disgusted, vulnerable. Ruined.
I remember his smell, his foul stench, the way he lisped in my ear as he touched me in places I didn’t want him to touch. He didn’t listen to me. Instead, he groped me up a wall and tried to take me without permission.
That man … he haunts my mind.
Why? Why can’t I escape these memories?
They control my thoughts, even my nightmares.
Sweat covers my body, and Phoenix is lying on top of me, doing what no man should ever do. And yet, he’s doing it anyway.
He’s touching me, provoking me, wanting me to feel the sensations of lust even though they are anything but appropriate right now. I feel humiliated, and a part of me wishes it to stop. It feels so wrong. So violent. The way he lies on top of me as