Monsters' Gift (Crude Hill High Book 2) Sam Crescent (reading diary txt) 📖

Only when I couldn’t stand to wait anymore did I grab her hips and fuck her until I came, releasing wave upon wave of release into her body.

Afterward, I collapsed on top of her. Her knees had already given out. I kissed her neck and wrapped my arms around her.

“Did I ever mention that I missed you?”

She giggled. “I think I’m getting the idea.”

“I thought about you every single day. Not a moment went by when we all didn’t regret letting you go,” I said.

“I felt the same way. All four of you. I’d dream of you and I’d think what life would have been like if only we’d gotten the chance to be.”

I pulled out of her tight pussy and she turned to look at me. I brushed a stray curl off her forehead and dropped a kiss to her lips.

“There is something I want to show you.”

Getting to my feet, I offered her my shirt as I pulled up my jeans. I’d already snatched her used clothing from the floor so she couldn’t change into it.

I took her hand and she didn’t fight me, which I considered a bonus. After walking out of the room, we headed upstairs. I went to my room, and more specifically, the closet that I had removed all my clothes from.

I had drawers, and I hung my suits when I needed to wear them on my bathroom wall. Switching on the closet light, I stepped back and allowed Emily to see what I’d created.

She gasped, putting a hand to her mouth. “Vadik?”

“I know this is stalker territory and I am sorry about that. Actually, no, I’m not sorry. I … this kept me sane. Or as sane as was possible.” Every time I missed her, I drew. She was my muse. The very object of my obsession and I had channeled that need into my art.

“They’re beautiful.”

“You are beautiful,” I said, touching her shoulder. “You’re not afraid?”

She shook her head. “You know, Ashley talked today about having a guy who is so completely devoted to her. How can this scare me when it’s exactly what I want as well? Only I’ve been lucky because I’ve been able to find four guys who want me, not just one.” She turned toward me and there were tears in her eyes. “I wouldn’t go around showing everyone this. They might get the wrong impression, but wow, Vadik.”

“You’re the love of my life, Em. I had to have a little piece of you in some way.”

I thought I would’ve scared her with this, but instead, it had done the opposite. She threw herself into my arms and I lifted her, carrying her through to my bed. This was my dream. To have her in my arms, to make love to her, and every chance I got, to make her mine.

My dream had finally come true.

Chapter Seventeen

Emily

They had locked me in my fucking bedroom.

I tried the door for a second time and stepped back, even angrier than before. Caleb had come marching in the door because there had been a sighting of their fathers with a small army. To save me or to keep me safe, they’d locked me in my bedroom like I was some spoiled child.

I slammed my hand against the wood. Drake was nowhere to be seen. There was a guard outside my door, who’d been told to ignore all of my requests.

Annoyed, I used my foot and tried to kick it in.

Nothing.

“Fucking assholes.” I was so pissed. “If you think you are going to get to sleep with me, you’re so wrong. Do you hear me? I don’t care who hears. You’re not coming near me. none of you are.”

Again, I slammed my hand against the door.

Stepping back, I took a deep breath.

Sitting on the end of my bed, I ran my hands down my thighs. They wanted to play at protectors, that was fine, but I should get the choice of how I stay safe, and being locked in my bedroom wasn’t going to cut it.

The house was already driving me crazy.

I stretched my neck to the left and the right. Taking a deep breath, I turned toward the doors overlooking the garden.

“Don’t do it, Emily. Don’t do it.” I spoke the words aloud even as I walked toward the door. I put my hand to the cold glass.

I’d been too busy fighting with Caleb to even give these doors a thought. Had he?

I didn’t know.

Licking my lips, I tested the handle and laughed, quickly slapping my hand over my mouth to keep quiet. I looked toward the door, expecting the guard to come in at any moment to take all of this away from me.

He didn’t.

Opening the door, I stepped out onto the balcony. It had started to get cold and the wind took me by surprise. The drop wasn’t too far. If I was careful and lowered myself down, I’d make it.

But, just in case, I rushed back into the bedroom, stripped the bed down, and grabbed the sheet. I tied it around one of the balcony’s posts. I was being completely irrational, but Caleb had taken this one step too far.

I got it. They were all worried about me. I accepted that, but I was not going to be a prisoner in that house anymore.

I’d tasted freedom and I wanted it back. There were many things I could live with. Their reputation, what they did to stay in control. I could handle all of it, but being a prisoner, not happening. Not anymore.

Climbing over the balcony, I grabbed the sheet, knowing if I fell wrong, I was so going to suffer for it.

Why was I doing this?

I was afraid of heights