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Then another pair of hands pull me back. Familiar ones, a safe pair of hands.

I groan as his cock presses against my ass, another pair of lips flicking against my nipple. I am sandwiched between two men. I accept that. I love it, in fact.

I’m cold, but the fire inside me won’t be doused by the rain. Another flicker of light against the mask, the angry roar of the thunder above my head. Two sets of lips on either side of my neck, sucking, licking, biting.

Two cocks demanding my attention. One behind me, one on the front, both claiming full access. I can’t see. I am blinded by lust and a mask. I want them both. I need them both. They enter me one in front, one taking the rear. I am filled to capacity. My mind is fucked. We move like a machine. Perfectly molded together, back and forth, in and out, the friction between us electrifying. The thunder no longer makes me jump. It serenades us as we fuck slowly outside in the storm. Heated bodies, lustful thoughts, desire lit. Hearts hammering, minds fucked, our place in hell cemented, standards well and truly slipped.

Another man, a third, an ominous presence, definitely uninvited.

They are still both inside me, the stranger’s tone, dark, evil, destructive.

A shot rings out. Or is it thunder? I can’t see, I can’t tell. The two bodies inside me evaporate. I fall to the floor on my bended knees, my cries torn from inside me as if my soul is spiraling into hell.

A dark whisper cuts above the storm.

“You are mine, Sophie. Always mine. You will never escape me. I will kill anyone who tries to take what’s mine.”

I wake up. The mask has gone. I’m sweating and my heart is racing, my soul terrified.

“Jason.” I reach for him. The space is empty, cold. I’m alone. Then again, I always was. Dreams don’t count in reality.

My eyes flicker as I listen for the storm. It’s gone. There is nothing but the gentle whirr of the air conditioning.

Bad dreams, nightmares, they are both the same, merge into reality as my guilt chops away at my happiness. I don’t deserve happiness. I never did.

Tears blind me and I stumble from the bed, grabbing my silk robe and wrapping it around me. I head to the door and as I ease out of my room, I only have one destination in mind.

I want to be with Jason.

I must end this obsession with Angel. Tonight I’m going to tell him everything and if he hates me, demands I leave, that will be my eternal punishment.

I’m not thinking straight. My mind is still half asleep but as I reach his door, I don’t hesitate and turn the handle.

I’m going in.

But as it turns out, I’m not. The door is locked. It won’t budge. Why would he lock his door? It doesn’t make sense. There are only the two of us here. Doesn’t he want me in there?

I try again, still nothing and against my better judgment, I knock loudly.

“Jason.”

I listen for any sign of life. There is none. I knock again. “Jason!”

This time my voice is louder, desperate even. I wait, but still nothing. Does he wear ear plugs? He said he couldn’t sleep.

I knock again, almost screaming his name. Still nothing. Did he take something? I’m not sure why, but something is telling me this isn’t normal. Perhaps it’s because of the nightmare, or was it the most delicious dream? My life no longer makes sense.

Am I still asleep?

So many thoughts rattle inside my head as I struggle to decide if this is reality or a nightmare.

CHAPTER 32

ANGEL

We found the car.

I got the call a few minutes after Sophie went to bed. I wasted no time.