Page 113 of Lured By Shadows

My nipples tightened instantly beneath the cold air, and I squeezed my breast to alleviate the pressure. My body rocked against the pillow, my sensitive body aching for release from the torturous panties. I dipped my fingers beneath the waistband and slowly slid them off, bending over as they slipped down over my ass, flashing my pussy toward the open balcony.

The cold air hitting my warmth made me shudder, but I loved the fantasy of Culver’s eyes on me from somewhere outside, his hand wrapped fervently around his cock as he stroked himself to the sight of me.

God, I was deranged.

I shook my ass slightly, moaning as slickness dripped down my thigh. My hand slipped between my legs and slowly spread my pussy open toward the empty doorway.

“You know you want it,” I murmured, low enough that no one could realistically hear me but loud enough that imagining if he did made me throb harder.

I straightened back out and lowered myself onto the pillow again, my pussy drenching it with arousal.

“I’m gonna ride your cock,” I gasped as the soft edge of the pillow rubbed against me. “Annh, please… I want you so badly.”

I held onto the pillow for dear life, rocking my hips back and forth slowly while my imagination spiraled. I thought about Culver’s cock pulsing inside me, the thick length throbbing deep as I ground down against him, feeling every inch stretch me open and hit perfectly. His fingers trailed lightly over my thighs and up my sides while I rode him hard, his dark eyes fixed on mine like he could see straight through how badly I needed him.

“Wait—” I gasped, my hips spasming as the familiar pressure built. “I’m gonna cum,” I whisper-yelled. “Please, Culver, please,” I begged for someone who wasn’t even there.

I was a lunatic, gasping about cumming from a pillow while fantasizing about a man I wanted.

“I’m cumming,” I mewled one last time, my body seizing as I came all over the pillow.

My body relaxed as I collapsed onto the mattress, breathing rapidly while I came down from my high. Shit, I’d just gotten off hard from thoughts of Culver pounding into me… and honestly, I didn’t regret it. Especially not with the way I’d pictured his gaze on me the entire time.

A shiver ran down my back as I glanced toward the balcony, cool night air slipping inside and raising goosebumps along my sweat-damp skin while I slowly dragged myself upright, legs shaky from the rush.

As I wandered toward the balcony, I hummed playfully, the twisted little thrill of imagining eyes on me while I touched my pussy still buzzing beneath my skin. It made me twirl around naked and loose, feeling exposed and alive in the quiet house.

Maybe I liked a little voyeurism too.

I stepped onto the balcony, cupping my breasts as goosebumps littered my skin, the chill hitting my sensitive nipples and sending fresh tingles straight to my core. But hell, it wasn’t like anyone was out there to catch a glimpse anyway, so I sighed softly and started heading back inside… only to freeze when I spotted the wood splintered at the top of the railing like something heavy had ripped through it.

My brows knitted together as questions piled up in my head about what could’ve done that.

My cheeks flushed with imagination, and without thinking, I covered my breasts and glanced quickly into the darkness before locking the balcony door. I couldn’t help but think about the first few nights here when something brushed up against me in this very room.

My body hurried back into bed.

I didn’t even care about putting my clothes back on as long as I was beneath the blankets, figuring I’d mention the busted balcony railing to Ma in the morning even if I had no clue what caused it. Yeah, it nagged at me a little, unease creeping in around the edges, but there had to be some normal explanation. Maybe a branch snapped loose in the wind or something else reasonable that didn’t veer into the wild thoughts my mind kept circling back toward.

I snuggled deeper into bed and sighed, letting the what-ifs melt away as sleep pulled me under.

29

“Morning, sweetie.”

My mother rounded the kitchen island like she’d been waiting for the exact second my guard dropped, her arms wrapping around me with a ferocity that knocked the breath straight out of my lungs. It wasn’t a gentle hug. It had momentum and intention, like she’d decided affection was nonnegotiable this morning.

“What’s all this about?” I wheezed, looping my arms around her in a half-hearted attempt at defense while also not wanting to be rude about it. “Oh, wait. Are you free soon? I still wanted to hang out, remember?”

“You beat me to the punch,” she said, pouting as she pulled back just enough to look wounded, as if my question had landed like a cheap shot. “I actually had something planned with you soon, if you’re interested.”

“If you planned it,” I said slowly, narrowing my eyes as my lip caught between my teeth, “it’s not something that’ll get me killed, right? Because I still remember the last time.”

The words trailed into a low, uneasy groan as my body reacted with the memory racing through my mind. The trail stretched beneath my feet again, the low growl slicing through the air, dragging me back into the raw fear that had tightened my chest, all of it boiling down to timing and luck that had felt way too close to running out on both of us.

She laughed. Of course she laughed.

Then she smacked my back like that was supposed to help me back to reality.