Chapter 24. Demon

Point of View: Emara Stone

I feel my heart jumping wildly inside my ribcage. My heartbeats are loud enough to be heard without a stethoscope. I keep my hand on my throbbing chest, close my mouth and take deep breaths from my nostrils.

I look around and see familiar paintings on walls, clothes on the floor, cupboard overflowing with books, desk with empty coke bottles.

Phew! It's my room.

I try to recall what I was even dreaming about. My forehead is dripping with sweat, my white t-shirt is sticking to my skin drenched in sweat. I get up from the bed and walk towards the bathroom.

I switched on the light which was a bad move as it partially blinded me, I had to blink a few times to adjust my eyesight with the light. I stand in front of the washbasin and open the tap to splash cold water on my face.

I look up in the mirror and suddenly all the air I had accumulated in me from childhood releases as I see similar whiskey brown color eyes staring at me through the mirror.

I see Ryan standing behind me with the same furious look he has 24/7. He takes a long stride and stands very close and exactly behind me, making me look like a sandwich between him and the mirror.

Before I could say anything he grabs my neck in a strong grip. A gasp escapes from my now choked throat.

My hands automatically grab his hand but he doesn't lose his grip. His penetrative eyes gawk at me directly through the mirror which is making my knees weak and panties wet from fear. What is he doing?

Suddenly his face gets closer, he opens his mouth a little which I thought to speak but instead, I feel his tongue on my left cheek licking water droplets in a circular motion. The only thing I can hear is my breath mixed with my heartbeats.

Ryan's tongue is making geometrical patterns on my skin which is making me horny AF. I try to speak but his grip on my neck tightens showing who is in control of whom. With futile struggle, I stand there helplessly and watch him do Picasso art on my skin.

His chest pressed to my back, pushing me further into the washbasin in front of me. The friction between the basin and my lower abdomen adds another hit of pleasure to my core. He smirks maliciously enjoying me shiver under his touch.

Suddenly his other hand slides down to my stomach and plays with the bands of my shorts. I look up at him frighteningly and see him gawking my breast as a sly grin appears on his wet lips. I follow his eyes and see my hard nipples which are easily visible through the drenched white t-shirt as I didn't wear any bra.

Ryan's hand on my stomach slowly crawls and disappears inside my t-shirt. His hand cups my left breast and slightly squeeze it. I hear a satisfactory hmmm close to my ear which made me look up at him in the mirror.

"Wh- wha-t are-e you-ou doin Ryan-n?" I notice I am stammering miserably, I shut my lips instantly as his eyes meet mine once again. He smiles wide like a demon showing his beautiful white teeth which made my confidence level go in minus.