“Are you
okay? Can you tell me if it hurts anywhere?”
His voice
sounded like heaven, but my body still refused to cooperate and answer him. Why was he asking if I was hurt? I felt
fine, other than the fact that I seemed to have lost all motor function and the
ability to speak.
I started to
get some feeling back in my arms and legs, and I felt my body cradled against
another that was almost twice my size.
“Did
he...did he touch you anywhere?”
Touch me? Who…? Oh he must
have meant Tucker. What ever happened to
Tucker? He was carrying me up the stairs, but I couldn’t remember much
after that. Asshole must have left me up here alone.
“Please,
Maddie, I need you to focus if you can. This is important. I need you to tell
me if he touched you anywhere…inappropriately.” I could hear the concern
painfully dripping from his voice, and to be honest, it was starting to scare
me.
As the
numbness subsided, and I regained more feeling throughout my body, I noticed a
sharp pain shooting up my wrists as though they had been sprained. Jesus, what the hell happened to me?
My heart was
beating rapidly, and I could feel myself beginning to hyperventilate, but then
I felt lips, his lips, pressed
against my throat, just over my racing pulse. His warm breath cascaded over my
throat, causing my heart to race even faster, but soon my breathing matched his
and I was able to calm myself.
“Better?” he
asked softly.
“Yeah.” I
finally peeled my eyes open to find a symbol that I had only ever seen in
doctors’ offices tattooed on his forearm. It looked like a staff with wings,
entwined by two snakes. Such an odd looking thing, and yet, I felt better
knowing that the one whose arms I was currently wrapped up in bore that
symbol…like he was my savior. My protector.
“Do you
think you’re okay to stand?”
I squeezed
my eyes shut and tried to ignore the pain in my wrists as I nodded my head. He
gently tucked his arm beneath mine and wrapped it across my back, allowing me
to place all of my weight on him. My body still swayed unsteadily, and seeing
this stranger towering above me brought back the image of Tucker’s body
hovering over me while he painfully pressed my wrists into the mattress. Oh fuck, what did he do to me?
My heart
rate picked up again, and he cupped my face, focusing my attention on his
stormy gray eyes and forcing away the fuzzy images that had yet to make any
sense.
“Shhh,
you’re okay. He can’t hurt you. You’re safe now.”
You’re safe now. Safe. I repeated
those words over and over in my mind, and when they had finally sunk in, I
opened my eyes one last time to look at him smiling down at me. His lips looked so soft, and I reached up to
trace my finger along his bottom lip, but my hand never made it there before I
slipped back into the darkness.
Alessandra Torre is a new author who focuses on contemporary erotica. Her first book, Blindfolded Innocence, was published in July 2012, and was an Erotica #1 Bestseller for two weeks. The sequel to Blindfolded, Masked Innocence, will be released in February 2014.
