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Zara hummed a tune lightly as she went about, straightening the remnants of their lunch. She fluffed the pillows, got rid of the crumbs of food, emptied the cartons and stacked the papers that Amy had been drawing on, at one corner of the table. Her pulse beat in anticipation with what was to come next.
She was imagining Nathaniel’s mouth roaming on her body, licking and sucking at her skin, creating a frenzy in her system. Her breath hitched at the very thought.
Jesus, she needed to get herself under control.
She really hoped and prayed that the others wouldn’t be back till Nathaniel was done with her.
Biting her lip in excitement over the pleasure she was sure he’d bring to her body, she looked around the room and was satisfied when she saw that it was now clean.
She looked down at herself and frowned.
She should probably take a shower quickly before Nathaniel got back.
She pulled out her cell phone from her pocket and typed out a text to him.
Hey, join me in the shower if you’re early. I hope you’re getting the chocolate one. ♥
Smiling to herself, she hit Send and then locked her phone, pocketing it. Nathaniel would be back in a couple of minutes since the cafeteria had ice-cream and he wouldn’t have to go far.
Then she quickly went and turned the lock over so he could get in when he came back. Heading into the bedroom, she picked her towel off the chair and grabbed a clean pair of shorts and t-shirt.
When she was at the door of the bathroom, she paused and looked back. On an impulse, she went back and dug out the lavender set of underwear she had purchased that week and held them up in the light.
It was a perfect occasion to wear this, wasn’t it?
Although Nathaniel had said that he wanted her naked in bed, she wanted to see his expression when he saw her in that pair of lingerie. She absolutely loved the color and thought he would like to take it off her. She felt the blush stealing up her neck and shook her head, smiling.
She was sure she was turning into a nymphomaniac.
She hurriedly went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her and began to strip. In the next three minutes, she washed herself using her favorite bodywash, under the spray of warm water, slipping her hands between her legs on occasion, the touch of her fingers against the sensitive skin making her impatient to feel Nathaniel’s firm digits stroking her in the right places.
When she was done, she quickly dried herself and stood before the mirror, examining her skin. She heard the sound of the bedroom door opening and smiled at her reflection. Checking to see if the door to the bathroom was locked, she picked up the lingerie she had brought in and called out to Nathaniel, “I’ll be out in a minute.”
He didn’t respond to her but she dismissed it, carefully slipping on the bra straps over her shoulder and hooking it up behind her back. She admired the little butterfly on the right cup. Then she slipped on the panties and stood for a second, planting her hands on her hips.
The set looked great.
It complemented her skin and the color of her tattoos and she was in love with it. The material was soft and hugged her body in just the right places.
She pulled on her shirt and shorts on top of it and lightly brushed her hair, leaving it tied with a hair tie. She knew Nathaniel would take it off, he liked her hair down and often stroked the strands between his fingers, when they were in bed.
She felt happiness bloom inside her at the thought.
Making sure, she was completely ready, she went to the door and unlocked it.
She smiled, expecting to see Nathaniel seated on the bed, his eyes trained on her. So she was surprised when she saw that the room was empty.
“Nathaniel?” She called out, thinking he was in the living room.
She heard the sound of footsteps in the kitchen for a second and then they were heading toward the bedroom. She turned to shut the door to the bathroom and took a deep breath, a bit nervous but tremendously excited for the time they were going to spend together.
Heavy footsteps paused at the door and Zara looked in that direction, smiling big.
When she saw him, her heart stopped.
It wasn’t Nathaniel.
It was the blond guy she had caught staring at her from the ice-cream parlor.
Zara’s blood ran cold.
“Hey beautiful,” he smiled at her, his dull red eyes, taking in her attire.
Zara stepped back involuntarily.
“Who are you?”
He shrugged, the smile disappearing from his face as he stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. “That’s unimportant,” he came toward her.
Zara felt her heart lurch and then pound in her chest. His gaze looked hungry and hateful and fear made her blood run cold.
She had left it inside the bathroom.
She inched toward the bathroom door and he seemed to understand her motive because he quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her to him, crushing her against his chest. One hand came up and grabbed her breast and Zara screamed.
The next second, his hand shot out and slapped her across her face. The force of the blow landed her at his feet. She clutched her cheek, pain as sharp as a razor shooting through her. Tears sprang to her eyes and she felt blood in her mouth.
He knelt down, reaching out to touch her and she recoiled, trying to move away. He caught at her ankle and stopped her.
“So, your boyfriend isn’t here today?”
Zara swallowed the sob rising in her throat, “W-what do you want?”
He didn’t know that Nathaniel would be back.
She prayed for someone to come into the apartment. Why had she left the door unlocked?
Fear, pain and terror knotted in her stomach.
His eyes dropped to the spot between her legs. “That pussy is worth a lot of money, looks like,” he grinned, the sight and his words making Zara’s gut clench with horror.
“Ah, yes,” he shut his eyes, the hand on her ankle moving to the front of his pants where he rubbed himself through the material. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear that word?” He groaned and bit out through his teeth. She shifted away, searching for the wall behind her, her eyes roaming over him, noting that he didn’t carry a weapon.
Oh God, was he going to kill her?
As if he had read her mind, he gave her a horrible grin, “Oh I won’t kill you, baby, she didn’t pay me for that. She just wanted me to give you a little scare,” he grabbed her ankle again and pulled her to him. “But I decided to do a little more after I saw that body,” he licked his lips, staring at her chest.
Without any warning, he grabbed her leg again, pulling her toward him. Zara screamed, clawing at his hands, kicking out with her legs.
Nothing seemed to faze him.
He pulled her harder, getting her underneath him.
“Let me go! No!” She kicked him right in the stomach and the motion sent him sprawling back. Zara took the chance and leaped to her feet, aiming for the door. She screamed for help again just as his hand caught her ankle and pulled her back sharply. Zara kicked back, the fear and adrenaline pushing through the pain that shot through her knee that took the hit when she fell.
“You fucking bitch,” he growled out, coming over her forcefully this time and grabbing her hair, thrusting her face inches from his.
His hand grabbed her breast and twisted it even as she clawed at his face, scratching at his eyes.
His hand left her breast and went for the spot between her thighs, pressing into her hard and causing intense pain to shoot through her body.
Zara felt the tears rolling down her cheek.
Everything in her screamed and protested at the horrible action.
No! No! No!
Instinctively, she brought her hand up and punched him right in the nose, feeling the hard crack against her knuckles. At the same time, she kicked him right in the balls. The man howled in agony, one hand clutching his nose.
Zara didn’t wait for a second longer.
She picked herself off and ran.
“You fucking whore! I’ll make you pay for that-“ he screamed hoarsely, already lifting himself off the ground and beginning to come after her.
The tears in her eyes blurred her vision, but Zara didn’t pause. She dashed through the living room, hearing the thud of his footsteps following her.
“You can’t run away, you slut!”
She turned back at the last second to see his face contorted in hate as he came after her.
She hit something hard, felt herself falling backward. But suddenly, just as she began to thrash out, fear clawing up her spine, she heard the sound of something dropping. Then strong arms pulled her up and she looked up into Nathaniel’s face.