Pumping turns to the most violent sort of thrusting. Every time he pulls out and punches back in, he stabs so deep inside, it makes my toes curl. I have to bite back screams. He pounds me so hard I feel weak. My lids grow heavy as his dick pounds me. I feel his balls bounce off my taint.
I fight against my binds, because I want him deeper inside me. I want to grab his ass and lift my hips to meet his. Instead, his hips keep working like a piston, driving his cock into me time and again. He presses down against my shoulder as he fucks me.
In and out, in and out, in and out. He’s so big, I’m sore already. When he leans over me and laces his hands through both of mine, I shut my eyes and open my legs wider for him.
A few more harsh thrusts, and I can’t take it anymore. I come with a loud cry, squeezing his hands, and I can feel his body shudder as he comes with me. He spills inside me, but he doesn’t pull out.
He sinks down on me, leaning to his left side. His eyes, on my face, are wide and strange.
I look up and down him and gasp. “Oh my God. Your hand.”
The bandage around his right hand is spotted with blood. From where I squeezed it. While I was getting off. “Luke—I’m so sorry.”
His head is down, so I can’t see his face, can only see his shoulders move as he pants.
“Are you okay?” I try to lean up, and find I can’t because my hands are bound. I lift my head. “Can you untie me? Let me see it?”
He pulls out of me with a little hiss, and I watch his jaw tighten as he grits his teeth. He holds the right hand up, and a trail of blood rolls toward his elbow.
“I’m so sorry. I just…wasn’t thinking. How stupid is that? I feel awful.”
His brown-green eyes meet mine. They’re wide and stark, but as I stroke my foot over his calf, they soften.
Then he’s off the bed, disappearing through a door I hadn’t even noticed until now.
Silence unspools all around me. Then I hear the sound of something breaking.
CHAPTER THREE
Leah
My stunned ears quickly peg the sound: glass shattering. The first blast of noise makes me feel like I’ve been kicked in the chest. Waiting for silence is instinctive, so for the next second, I freeze, my heart pounding so hard I think I might be sick.
But silence never comes. It’s as if there’s a China shop on the other side of the door, and he’s trying to break everything in it.
I don’t think about how my hands are still bound, I just roll off the mattress. My ankle folds under me as I land on the rug, but somehow I manage to keep my balance as I stagger to the door and start grabbing the doorknob.
CRASH!
Crash!
CRASH!
I look down at my hands, and then I start to struggle against the wool. I press my face against the door. “Hansel! LUKE! LET ME IN!”
Crash!
Crash!
“LET ME IN!”
I turn circles as I tug against his knot, but the more I struggle, the tighter it gets. Calm down, Leah. I know knots, and if I’m right, this is a constrictor knot. The kind you can get out of. I take a few deep breaths and try to ignore the awful cacophony as I work my hands free.
The sound of glass splintering is startling each time. I keep flinching, but I need to think. I pace over to the nightstand and start going through the drawers, looking for...what? I open the door to an empty closet, where I grab a wire hanger and dash back to the door he went through.
I bend the top of the hanger to try to pick the lock before I realize the doorknob is backward. I turn the lock, then try to turn the door. It works. So he turned the lock as he went into this door? He intentionally locked himself in? What the fuck?
I can’t move or breathe as I stand there, shaking. I’m scared to open the door now.
Something else shatters, and the urge to save him fuels my actions. I pull open the door, and my soul freezes inside me.
For the longest, sickest heartbeat, I’m not even sure what I’m looking at. A house of mirrors? A bathroom? I can make out tile, and shards of mirror everywhere, and over to the right, crouched in the middle of the rubble, Luke, curled over, bathed in blood and shaking violently.
I hurry over to him, dodging fragments of mirror. Feeling them pierce my feet as I stretch my arms out toward him. “Luke. Oh Luke. What happened? Please talk to me. I’m sorry we came here. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I crouch down in front of him, grasping his face in both my hands. My fear kicks up a notch when I feel how damp his hair is, and how heavy…how almost limp his head is in my hands.
“Luke—please look at me.”
The room seems to vibrate around me as his eyes shift slightly from where they’re fixed on a pile of broken mirror. As soon as his gaze drifts into mine, his eyes widen, and he starts tugging in the deepest, loudest, weirdest breaths I’ve ever heard.