“I’m sure I can,” he whispers in my ear, as he gently bites my earlobe.
I shudder and melt into his arms as he laughs. He obviously loves the way he makes me feel. My body gives me away every time. He lets me go and grabs some boxer shorts to put on. All I can do is watch in awe. I snap out of it, as he climbs into bed and pats my side.
“Well, Miss Sinclair. What are you waiting for?”
I quickly walk to the bathroom and towel myself down. I place the towel on the rail and walk back in the room. I want him to have free access to me all night, especially if this is the last night we will be able to freely be together. I climb in, as his appreciative eyes watch my every move. We both slide down into the bed and soon we are spooning.
“You smell so good, Ana. It's intoxicating.”
I bring his arms up that are interlocked with mine and I nibble at his knuckles.
“So do you, Jake. So do you.”
We lay there for a while, each of our breathing becoming shallower. Eventually we both fall into a deep and wonderful sleep.
Chapter 17
It’s that smell again. I want to vomit but nothing comes up. I can’t move and it’s dark in here. Where am I?
I can hear heavy breathing and I try to open my eyes to see who it is. My only senses are my smell and my hearing, and both are working overtime. I try to scream and nothing comes out. What is happening to me? I try to move but I am pinned down. Oh God, please no. Not again. Please not this again.
I feel the weight on top of me, feel his hardness pressed into my groin and I cry out, ‘No, please don’t do this to me. Please don’t hurt me!”
I feel a hand squeezing my breast, and a growling noise from his whiskey infested throat. I feel so sick. Please, I don’t want this. I’d rather die.
I hear laughter and my fear is heightened. A hand moves to my mouth and another is tugging at my panties. I try to wriggle, try to scream, try to kick, anything just to get him off me.
“You know you want me to do this, Ana. You’re longing for it. Always have. Just accept me like the good little girl you are. You know you will love me fucking you.”
I scream out, “Nooooo!” as I wake, bolt upright screaming.
“Ana, Ana, it’s okay. You’re here with me. Ana, it's Jake, please stop screaming. You’re okay, you’re safe. No one is going to hurt you.”
I try to get my bearings but my breathing is harsh and erratic. I take deep breaths to try and calm down as the tears start to flow. Oh God, not again. Not that dream again. Always the same. When will he be gone and out of my head?
Jake puts his arms around me and I sob. I can’t help but get it all out. Twice in a row I’ve had this dream now, and it's all become too much to bare. Is it really Alan doing all of this? I feel it’s him, but can’t see his face. Is he that sick, that he is killing girls that look like me?
Jake strokes the back of my hair and we sit in silence for a moment. Although I’ve slept, I feel exhausted, and although I’m exhausted, I don’t want to go back to sleep. Not if I’m going to have the same nightmare over and over again like this.
It is then I realise that there is light coming through the windows, so it must be morning already. I turn and look at the time. It’s 10:30am. Jake is staring at me, watching my reaction.
“I was downstairs getting some coffee. I was going to bring up some breakfast when I heard you screaming. You gave me the fright of my life.”
He strokes my arm and wipes a tear from my eye. “Every time you’re not here in bed with me, I have nightmares. You can’t ever leave me again when I sleep.”
He lets out a little laugh. “Well, I did say I wanted you in my bed, so that settles it then.”
I look into his startling green eyes and sigh. “We can’t do this to Matthew. Not so soon after… well, you know.”
I so want to be with him deep down but I didn’t want to upset Matthew.
“I think we need to play this thing out and see what happens. Matthew isn’t even back yet, so we shall see. Was it the same dream?”
I nod my head and try to stop the barrage of tears threatening to come at any moment. Jake throws his arms around me and I nuzzle my head into his chest. I take a deep breath in and relish in his aroma. He smells wonderful. I could stay like this forever.
We break free of each other and he looks at me. “Are you better now? I want to bring some coffee and toast up.”
I nod and he heads for the stairs.
I get up and go to the bathroom and put my hair up again. I rush down towards my room and shudder when I walk into it. I look toward my pillow and I can’t help but cringe at the thought that he had his hands on it. Suddenly this room doesn’t feel as welcoming as it used to. Knowing that this psychopath has been in my room and maybe looked through my things makes me feel sick to the stomach.