A Dangerous Obsession

Chapter 22 - Guilt

My eyelids gradually fluttered open upon detecting an unfamiliar presence beside me. I must have blacked out earlier from the overwhelming pain and emotions. I tilted my head to the side, peering at the man whom had conquered uncharted land.

His arm wrapped tightly around my chest, rendering it constricted and difficult to inhale. The white sheets, although stained with blood, concealed our bare skin. His breaths were slow and steady, while his features soften to appear almost peaceful.

I tried shuffling out of his hold, but that merely caused his grip to fasten as if sensing my movements. It was his way of subconsciously warning me that I could never escape. I was a possession which he now owned and could do whatever he willed.

I exhaled sharply, taking a few minutes to conjure up enough strength to repel my body off the bed using his chest. The ground reverberated when I collided into it. Fortunately, the sound was not adequately loud to awaken Noah from his deep slumber. All that exercise must have seriously been tiring. Without hesitation, I propped myself up and bolted outside of the room wearing practically nothing.

My initial thought was to rush inside the bathroom and wash the evidence away. I desperately needed to block all negative thoughts, such as the ecstasy which surged throughout my internal parts the instant Noah had entered me. However, the task was near impossible. Sanitizing the body that was violated by another man seemed a reasonable step to erase this night.

I let myself fall under the water, drowning the pain and regret itching to resurface. My feet rested on the edge of the bathtub, presumably drenching the floor with foamy liquid. I imagined it was my crimson blood descending the heel of each foot. If that were so, would it make amends for the repulsive sins I had committed?

It must have been seconds, or minutes, before my lungs fought its way to the surface for oxygen. The rubber duck gently floating with the bubbles had begun rocking erratically as though it were being possessed by an demonic entity.

What the hell is going on?

A few blonde strands lethargically ascended the water, revealing my worst nightmare. Noah was totally naked, his amethyst eyes narrowed into cunning slits.

"Oh my, God," I muttered in disbelief, while his lips curved into a devious grin.

"Already missing me, love?" He sneered, intentionally making a mockery of me.

"How the hell did you get in here?!" He chortled in response to my accusatory question. This was all just one huge game for him.

"You got me in," he stated matter-of-factly as if I would understand what he meant.

"What are you talking about?"

"Awh, Natalya... You should know better than anyone." He shuffled closer, tracing his fingertips around my inner thighs. I drew my hand back and smacked him hard across his cheek. "Ooo, feisty." He guffawed parallel to a madman.

"You... You're not real?" I asked, but subsequently shook my head to the disturbing thought.

"I'm a fragment of your imagination, love." His smile grew into a perverse smirk.

"That's impossible!"

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not." The tips of his fingers wickedly teased my sensitive area. I recoiled, unsettling memories rematerialize in agonizing torment. "You can't stop thinking about me."

"D-Don't flatter yourself," I retorted, unconvincingly.

"I reckon you don't regret cheating one bit." His fingers plunged into me, rubbing my core in harsh pleasurable strokes. "You enjoyed it as much as I did."