Jennie
I blink away my sleepiness and strain my ears. I heard something. A voice. It was loud enough that it woke me up. If my heart weren't thundering in my chest, I'd be able to hear better.
"Who's there?" I call out again as I ease my gun out from between the mattress and box spring. I scoot back against the headboard and squint in the darkness. My gaze travels over to the window.
Someone opened the curtain.
I'm not going crazy.
Before going to bed, I remember shutting it. I felt exposed, as if Kai were watching from across the street. I'd felt the need to hide from him if he was.
Cold awareness trickles through me.
I'm naked.
I'm fucking naked.
Terror climbs its way up my throat along with a scream that I barely stifle. Someone undressed me. Those other times, even though I convinced myself otherwise, weren't me. A reality that I'd chosen to ignore because I couldn't mentally deal with it being truth. I'd been too terrified to admit it so I pushed it into the back of my mind.
I swallow as I reach for the lamp. My skin on my chest is tight. As though something sticky has dried on my flesh. A tear races down my cheek and drips off my jaw. I flip on the lamp and my thoughts are confirmed when I look down at my bare breasts.
Cum.
I have someone's cum dried up on my breasts.
Kai is toying with me.
"K-Kai?" I whimper.
Discreetly, I reach for my phone and quickly dial Lisa. Please answer. Please fucking answer.
Buzzzzz.
Buzzzzz.
Buzzzzz.
I'm frozen when I realize the sounds are coming from under my bed. It's as though I'm the star of a horror movie. Tearfully, I swipe my tears away when she doesn't answer. I drop my phone onto the bed and lean over the edge to look. The tip of a black dress shoe peeks out.
No.
No.
Fucking no!
I leap from the bed as far as I can and train the barrel of the gun at the shadow between the floor and the bedframe.
"Get out," I hiss. "Get out!"
A grunt—a familiar grunt—resounds from underneath the bed. Terror causes my entire body to shake. I'm naked and scared to fucking death but I don't dare take my gun from the monster under the bed.
"GET OUT!"
A hand slides out from the shadows, strong and powerful. I nearly shoot it on the spot. Now my phone is trapped on the other side of this hand. Stupid! More tears streak out, but I hastily blink them away so I can focus. Slowly, a person slides its very naked body out from beneath my bed. The toned and tattooed body shimmers with what looks like spent orgasm. Disgust rises in my throat. The moment I actually see who's emerging from my bed, I am overcome with betrayal.
"How could you?" I hiss, the gun in my hand wobbling wildly. "You fucking sicko!"
"Jennie," she murmurs as she slowly slides the rest of the way out and stands up. Her impressive cock hangs limp and dripping between her thighs. Hours ago, this person was inside me. Owning and loving my body. I trusted her.
"It was you. All of this was you," I sob.
"Put the gun down, baby," she whispers.
"I AM NOT YOUR BABY!"
She winces at my tone and starts for me. "Listen to me."
"Stay back or I'll shoot your cock off," I threaten through my tears. As if it reacts to being spoken to, her dick hardens and bobs.
"I love you," she tells me as if this solves fucking everything.
"You're a stalker!" I screech. My heart is confused because the look of crushing devastation on her face weighs heavily on me. But my mind is telling me to unload the entire magazine into her psychotic chest.
"Jennie." Her eyes are tender as she regards me. "I can't stay away from you. I'm addicted to you."
"This is insanity, Lisa. This is illegal!"
She runs her fingers through her hair and her jaw clenches. I hate how brutally beautiful she is. I hate everything about her. This is worse than Kai somehow. Kai destroyed me straight to my face. Lisa has done it behind my back.
A crippling sob ripples through me blurring the world around me. It's a terrible mistake because I lose sight of her. By the time my eyes clear, she's on me. Her strength overpowers mine, and together we struggle with the weapon. She manages to tackle me to the floor. When my head hits the floor with a thud, the room spins. The gun is torn from my grip.
"Listen to me," she urges, her voice soft but commanding. I scream and struggle, but she pins my wrists above my head. My entire body convulses in fear. Her body is heavy against mine, her erection thick and hard between us. Terror bubbles up inside of me, and I'm transported to so many nights with Kai. But instead of hurting me, she kisses my neck. Over and over again. It's almost worse than Kai's abuse because I like Lisa's kisses. Each one is like a painful stabbing reminder of what we could have had.
"I hate you," I sob. "I hate you."
She works her body between my parted thighs. Her breath is hot against the shell of my ear. "Liar."
Her single word makes my heart clench. "You ruined everything."
A whimper escapes me when her cock rubs against my clit. She suckles the flesh just below my ear. Despite my fears and being unable to move my hands, my body betrays me. I'm wet and desperate for her touch.
This is her storm.
I was never meant to escape it.
I'm her to obliterate and destroy.
She's doing it gently with kisses and love.
"I hate you," I try again, but my body is wiggling with need. "The moment I escape, I'll run far away from you."
She lifts and regards me with a fierce glare as she tortures me with teasing thrusts against my clit. "I'll follow you to the ends of the earth, Jennie. Don't you see? I've committed my heart to you and nothing, fucking nothing, will stand in my way."
Why do I attract psychos?
Furthermore, why do I love them back?
"Please..." I don't even know what I'm begging for at this point. In the shadows of my mind, I know. My sanity refuses to admit it. "Please..."
"Please stay?" she questions, her cock sliding away from my clit and toward my opening. She doesn't enter me, just rubs against me.
"I hate you."
"I love you."
Her teasing and proclamations of love have me so confused. My heart is thundering right out of my chest. It wants to run away with her and never look back. My mind is at war, though. I can't wrap my head around what she's done. It's twisted. Fucking insane.
"Let me make love to you," she breathes against my lips. I've lost feeling in my hands where she grips me tight. The thought of her pushing inside me has a low moan rumbling in my throat. Everything throbs for her despite the anger exploding through me. "Say the words and you're mine again. It's been all about you from the moment I laid eyes on you. I can't get you out of my head. The only thing that'll stop me from loving you—from fucking consuming you—is a bullet to my skull. Is that what you want?"
I whimper and hiss out, "Yes."
"Liar," she growls, her cock barely pressing into me. "You want my cock to stretch you open. You hate that you can't hate me. You hate that you want me to fuck you. You love that I'm obsessed with you. You want my children and my last name. Fucking admit it, Jennie."
"I can't," I choke out. "I can't admit it."
"You're beautiful even when you're in denial."
I shiver and plead once more. "Please."
"This?" she questions. The tip of her cock slides further into me.
I can't breathe. She's too much. She's overwhelming. "Y-Yes."
A scream rips from me because before I've barely spit out the word, she drives into me with enough force to rip me in two. Lisa is an F-5 tornado destroying me with every touch. And yet I can't step out of her path. I allow her to consume me.
"I love you," she tells me over and over again as if it's a prayer.
All I can do is ride out the storm. My orgasm teases and taunts me. Reminds me that if I give in, she'll give me everything.
She's not like Kai, she's worse. My ruthless attempts to convince myself aren't working because, deep down, I know. She's not worse. She doesn't hurt me.
Lisa just clouds around me in her intoxicating haze until I'm drunk off her heady scent and whispered vows. I'm so lost in her that I don't realize she's released my hands until my fingers claw at her hair. This time, when her lips brush against mine, she follows it with a demanding kiss. So much emotion and power comes with the kiss that I fall victim to it. I want her overpowering attention and affection. I want her gentle love but rough lovemaking. I want her to stalk me to the ends of the earth.
This means I'm sick too.
"Come for me, baby," she breathes against my mouth as her fingers slip between our slick-from-sweat bodies. The moment she touches my clit, I lose all sense of time and reason. My world tilts off its axis as pleasure crashes through me. I come so hard, my bones feel as though they're rattling inside me. "Oh, fuck," she groans as her release spills from her. "My God you're perfect."
I close my eyes as her seed pours into me and my body goes limp. I'm exhausted from the tears and the emotions that were exploding through me. The adrenaline that was spiking through me has slowly drained away from me like her cum that leaks from my body.
"Let me take care of you," she coos as she slides out of me.
I no longer have any fight left in me. She's a stalker. She crept into my home, jacked off all over me, probably touched me while I slept, gone through my things, and lied to me.
And yet I still somehow feel safe with her.
It makes absolutely no sense.
"I don't know what to think," I murmur as she carries me to bed.
She kisses my forehead. "I know. So don't think. Just let me take care of you, like I always will."
I curl up into a ball once she sets me on the bed. She leaves and several moments later she comes back. Dutifully, she shoves the gun back under the mattress and plugs my phone back in. Then, she uses a wet cloth to clean my stomach and between my legs. Once the light is turned off, she slides into the bed behind me. I shiver until she envelops me with her warmth. My skyrocketing heart slows to a crawl, as my eyelids grow heavy.
I'm tired, and truth be told, I like her wrapped around me.
I know what's right and wrong, yet here I am, choosing wrong because it feels right.
"I love you, Jennie," she murmurs against my hair.
I shiver again. "I love you too." Because it's true. Fucked up, but so very true.