Page 75 of Freeing Emily

“That’s it. Squeeze my cock, Emily.” He hisses. His hand envelops my hip and he pistons into me. The headboard hammers into the wall from the force of his body crashing into mine.

“Oh fuck! Fuck yes!” I scream. My eyes roll to the back of my head.

With one final thrust, Liam empties himself into me with an animalistic growl.

We lie wrapped in each other. Bodies sweaty, hearts pounding, and completely engrossed in our own bubble.

Liam slides out of me, his cum drips down my lips and down the seam of my ass. He watches in awe before scooping it up with two fingers and pushing it back in.

He looks up at me with a mischievous smile.

“My cum stays inside you.”

A small smile appears on my face, and I bite the inside of my bottom lip. My cheeks heat as I recall the day he took me in the wildflowers.

Climbing off the bed, Liam heads toward the ensuite and returns a second later with a damp washcloth. He kneels in front of me and nudges my legs apart. I spread them for him, and he swipes the fabric through my folds.

I whimper and jolt upward when it makes contact with my still-sensitive clit.

“I guess going to the garden is no longer happening,” Liam chuckles, slumping into the mattress after tossing the washcloth into the laundry basket.

I hum in agreement.

My limps feel like Jell-O. There is no possible way I could climb off this bed even if I wanted to.

“Come here,” Liam says in a low voice. I turn toward him, and he motions to the top of the bed.

Spinning around, I trudge over, and he pulls me into his chest. He tugs the blankets over us. I release a breath, relaxing further into him.

My brows pull inward when the thought of what will come of this starts to trickle into my mind.

When Liam wraps his arms around me and presses a kiss on my head, I decide I’ll worry about it later.

Right now, I want to simply live in this moment. Soak up the scent of Liam in my nose and believe that the last year of my life never happened. That Liam never left me, and I was never broken.

My eyes fly open, and I gasp. The room is pitch black and I hear the shuffling of something moving at the end of my bed.

Nonono. Please, not now.

My body trembles and I feel like the weight of an elephant is sitting on my chest. I can’t breathe. Panic overtakes me. I try to scream but nothing comes out. My arms and legs feel like they’re strapped down.

I turn my head to get Liam’s attention but he’s not there.

I’m alone.

Why did he leave?! Why are my lights off?!

The bed dips with the weight of something climbing onto it. My vision is blurred from the tears that flood my eyes and spill down my cheeks.

I try to open my mouth again, but nothing happens. The sensation of something pressing against my lips prevents me from doing anything. But there is nothing there.

What is happening?!

I feel an icy breath against my neck and slam my eyes shut. My head thrashes from side to side as I try to escape whatever is trapping me in this bed. In this room.

A deep, sinister chuckle sends terror down my spine.

I know that chuckle.