Page 51 of Dark Therapy
But beneath it all, a small part of me—the part I couldn’t ignore—knew this wasdangerous. This moment, this intoxicated escape, couldn’t last. But I pushed the thought away, too caught up in the music, in the feeling of his body moving with mine, in the feeling of beingwanted, even if it was just for tonight.
I didn’t want to stop.
I didn’t stop.
Jake’s hand was suddenly on my arm, pulling me away from the dance floor with a firm but gentle urgency. I barely registered the music around us, the heat of the crowd, as his fingers dug into my skin, guiding me through the sea of bodies. His grip was possessive, but not unpleasant, a silent command I couldn’t ignore.
“Come with me,” he murmured, his voice low and purposeful, as though he had been planning this the entire time. I didn’t question it. I didn’t want to. His touch, the way he led me away from the chaos, felt oddly reassuring, like I was being drawn into something safe, something familiar, even though I knew it wasn’t.
I glanced back at the bar, where Emily was still chatting with some guy, laughing flirtatiously, her attention fully absorbed in the conversation. I didn’t want to pull her away. She was fine. She was doing her thing.
The world blurred, the pounding bass of the club fading into the background as Jake dragged me toward the shadowed corner near the back door. My heels clicked unevenly against the floor, the alcohol in my veins turning everything into a hazy dream. The lights above flickered like broken stars, casting fleeting shadows over Jake’s determined face. His grip on my wrist was firm, almost bruising, and it sent a jolt of heat through my body, igniting somethingrecklessin me.
“Jake…” My voice faltered, barely audible over the chaos of my own pulse. But I didn’t stop him. I didn’t want to.
He spun me around, pinning me against the gritty wall. The cold surface bit through the thin fabric of my dress, but the sharp sensation only heightened the fire spreading through me. Jake’s body pressed into mine, his heat overwhelming, his breath brushing against my ear as he whispered, “You’re not running away from this, Amelia. Not tonight.”
His words weren’t a plea—they were a command. And God help me, I didn’t want to resist.
His lips crushed against mine, demanding and consuming. The kiss was wild, all teeth and tongue, the taste of alcohol on his breath blending with the bitterness of my own. His hands roamed down my sides, wanting and hungry. My body arched instinctively, pressing into him, needing more, craving everything.
“Fuck, Amelia,” he growled against my lips, his voice thick with desperation. “You feel so goddamn good.”
I gasped as his hands slid beneath my dress, the cool air brushing against my thighs. He hooked his fingers into the thin fabric of my panties, tugging them aside with a roughness that sent a shiver down my spine. His cock was hard, pressing against me, the friction of it grazing my clit making me moan softly, my head falling back against the wall.
“Jake,” I breathed, my voice shaky, caught somewhere between fear and pure, unfiltered desire.
“Shhh,” he murmured, his lips trailing down my neck, his teeth scraping against my skin. “Just let me have you.”
The head of his cock slid against me, teasing, slick with both our arousal. I gasped at the sensation, the ache between my legs growing unbearable. He rubbed himself against my clit, slow and deliberate, his eyes locked onto mine, burning with lust.
When he finally pushed inside me, I let out a choked moan, my nails digging into his shoulders as he filled me completely. The stretch was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that left me breathless. Jake’s hands gripped my hips, pulling me tighter against him as he began to move, his thrusts hard and unrelenting. Each one sent a wave of ecstasy crashing through me, drowning out every rational thought.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice hoarse as he buried himself deeper, his movements growing messier, more desperate. “You feel so perfect. Like you were made for this.”
I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. All I could do was cling to him, my body trembling as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. The heat between us was consuming, a fire that threatenedto burn us alive. My moans mixed with his growls, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the dark corner of the club.
“Jake,” I whimpered, my voice breaking as I felt the tension in my core snap. My orgasm hit me like a freight train, my body convulsing around him as I cried out, lost in the haze of sensation.
“Yes. That’s it.” Jake rasped, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. His grip on my hips tightened, and with one final, shuddering thrust, he groaned loudly, his body shaking against mine as he came undone.
We stayed there for a moment, tangled together, our breaths ragged and uneven. The weight of what just happened began to creep in, but I pushed it aside, letting myself linger in the intoxicating aftermath of pleasure.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN
Amelia
When I stumbled through my front door, the world spun in lazy, drunken circles, the remnants of the night clinging to me like a lingering haze. I couldn’t even recall how I’d gotten home. I could barely make it across the room without tripping over my own feet. The air felt thick and heavy, my body leaden with exhaustion and alcohol.
I kicked off my heels, feeling the cool floor beneath my bare feet, a small relief that grounded me momentarily. My bed seemed miles away, but somehow, I found my way there, collapsing onto the mattress without even bothering to change. The room swayed gently around me, and I let myself sink into the softness, too worn out to care about anything else.
As I lay there, my thoughts blurred, drifting between fragments of the night—the heat of Jake’s lips, the way we’d laughed and moved together, the freedom I’d felt in those fleeting moments. A drowsy smile tugged at my lips, but it faded as the memory of Damien’s words clawed its way back, piercing through the fog in my mind.
But I was too tired, too lost in the haze, to dwell on it. I closed my eyes, letting the darkness swallow me whole, drifting off as if nothing else mattered, as if sleep might wash away every worry, every consequence, even if just for a little while.
A gentle touch brushed against my hair, fingertips trailing down to my cheek. I murmured in sleepy satisfaction, leaning into the warmth. It felt comforting, almost tender, and my lips curled into a slight smile. But as my eyes slowly fluttered open, that warmth turned cold.
Damien was lying beside me, his face just inches from mine. He was on his side, propped up on one elbow, watching me in the dim, shadowy light that filtered through the window. The faint glow from outside barely lit his face, but it was enough to catch the dangerous glint in his eyes, fixed intently on me.