Uncovering You: The Contract by Scarlett Edwards
Authors: Scarlett Edwards
Tags: Suspense, Erótica, Romance, Literature & Fiction, General Fiction, romantic suspense, Mystery & Suspense, Romantic
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Prologue
(December 21 st , 2014)
“Lilly. Lilly, wake up.”
No answer.
“Lilly.” A hushed command. “Goddamn you, Lilly, get up!”
No answer.
“Don’t leave me. Don’t do this. Not now. Not now. GET UP! ”
No answer.
~~~
(Twenty-four hours earlier - December 20th, 2014)
Something cool and wet is brought to my lips. A liquid, thick like oil yet sweet like honey.
A motherly voice whispers in my ear. “Slowly now, Miss Ryder. Your body’s still weak. Small sips, like a hummingbird.”
Water . It’s water. A drop of it gets in my mouth.
“Just like that,” the kind woman encourages. “Just like that. Oh, Mr. Stonehart is going to be so pleased!”
Hearing his vile name jolts me. I clamp my lips shut, cutting off the trickle of life-giving nectar.
“Miss Ryder, please. Please drink. Please, don’t stop. Oh, Miss Ryder…”
The old woman’s sobs are lost as darkness regains its hold.
~~~
(Two weeks earlier - December 6th, 2014)
His lustful grunts fill my ears.
“ Yes ,” I beg. “Yes. Give it to me like that. Just like that. Faster. Faster!”
Jeremy complies, doubling the speed of his thrusts into me. I feel the breaking point looming. I need to hold it off. Just a little longer.
I grasp his hair and pull his lips to mine, devouring his mouth with my greedy kiss. I know Jeremy hates it when I take control. But logic is lost in the heat of the moment. There will be consequences later. Right now, I don’t care.
“Lilly. Lilly, I’m going to come…” Jeremy’s words die, replaced by a primal roar that is ripped from his throat as he shoots into me. My body accepts readily. Just like I’ve learned to do, I let the climax wash over me. My core clenches around his cock and shuddery convulsions rock my body.
~~~
(Six months earlier - June 2014)
In the dark, I lose all sense of time.
My sleep is thin. My wakefulness is misery.
A vague longing grows deep inside me. The need for submission. A natural willingness ground into me by the madness taking hold of my mind. I feel it rising. The demonic form consumes me from the womb, sapping my strength, and breaking my resolve.
A cry—no, a scream—rings out in the cold furnace of the night. My head jerks toward the sound.
Is it even night? I don’t know.
I am so tired. I am so lonely. I am breaking, and madness is taking hold.
It’s times like this that the animalistic urge to give in becomes nigh insatiable…
Chapter One
(Present day - October 2013)
A faint hiss, like the sound of an angry cat, jars me from my sleep.
I open my eyes to pure blackness. I blink, trying to get my bearings. A vague memory forms in the back of my mind, too far away to reach.
Why can’t I see anything ?
My breath hitches. Panic rips through my body as the horrifying answer comes to me:
I’m blind !
I scramble onto hands and knees and desperately claw at the dark, searching for something, anything , for my senses to latch onto.
A dim light comes on overhead.
Relief swells inside.
I plop onto my butt and close my eyes, taking deep breaths to dispel the rush of adrenaline released by my body. When my heart’s not beating quite so fast, I open my eyes again.
The light’s gotten brighter. I look up at the source. It’s far above me, like a dull, miniature sun. It spreads a little sphere maybe ten feet in diameter. Past that, everything is swallowed by darkness.
An irksome memory keeps gnawing at me. But my head is too heavy to remember. I feel… strange. Kind of like I’m hung over, but without the telltale pounding between my ears.
Cautiously, I try to stand. My limbs are slow to react. They feel heavy, too, like they’ve been dipped in wet clay.
I steady myself. Only when I’m satisfied that my knees won’t give out, do I strain my ears for that hissing sound again.
It’s coming from somewhere behind me. I turn back—and nearly smash my head against a gleaming white pillar.
What the
(December 21 st , 2014)
“Lilly. Lilly, wake up.”
No answer.
“Lilly.” A hushed command. “Goddamn you, Lilly, get up!”
No answer.
“Don’t leave me. Don’t do this. Not now. Not now. GET UP! ”
No answer.
~~~
(Twenty-four hours earlier - December 20th, 2014)
Something cool and wet is brought to my lips. A liquid, thick like oil yet sweet like honey.
A motherly voice whispers in my ear. “Slowly now, Miss Ryder. Your body’s still weak. Small sips, like a hummingbird.”
Water . It’s water. A drop of it gets in my mouth.
“Just like that,” the kind woman encourages. “Just like that. Oh, Mr. Stonehart is going to be so pleased!”
Hearing his vile name jolts me. I clamp my lips shut, cutting off the trickle of life-giving nectar.
“Miss Ryder, please. Please drink. Please, don’t stop. Oh, Miss Ryder…”
The old woman’s sobs are lost as darkness regains its hold.
~~~
(Two weeks earlier - December 6th, 2014)
His lustful grunts fill my ears.
“ Yes ,” I beg. “Yes. Give it to me like that. Just like that. Faster. Faster!”
Jeremy complies, doubling the speed of his thrusts into me. I feel the breaking point looming. I need to hold it off. Just a little longer.
I grasp his hair and pull his lips to mine, devouring his mouth with my greedy kiss. I know Jeremy hates it when I take control. But logic is lost in the heat of the moment. There will be consequences later. Right now, I don’t care.
“Lilly. Lilly, I’m going to come…” Jeremy’s words die, replaced by a primal roar that is ripped from his throat as he shoots into me. My body accepts readily. Just like I’ve learned to do, I let the climax wash over me. My core clenches around his cock and shuddery convulsions rock my body.
~~~
(Six months earlier - June 2014)
In the dark, I lose all sense of time.
My sleep is thin. My wakefulness is misery.
A vague longing grows deep inside me. The need for submission. A natural willingness ground into me by the madness taking hold of my mind. I feel it rising. The demonic form consumes me from the womb, sapping my strength, and breaking my resolve.
A cry—no, a scream—rings out in the cold furnace of the night. My head jerks toward the sound.
Is it even night? I don’t know.
I am so tired. I am so lonely. I am breaking, and madness is taking hold.
It’s times like this that the animalistic urge to give in becomes nigh insatiable…
Chapter One
(Present day - October 2013)
A faint hiss, like the sound of an angry cat, jars me from my sleep.
I open my eyes to pure blackness. I blink, trying to get my bearings. A vague memory forms in the back of my mind, too far away to reach.
Why can’t I see anything ?
My breath hitches. Panic rips through my body as the horrifying answer comes to me:
I’m blind !
I scramble onto hands and knees and desperately claw at the dark, searching for something, anything , for my senses to latch onto.
A dim light comes on overhead.
Relief swells inside.
I plop onto my butt and close my eyes, taking deep breaths to dispel the rush of adrenaline released by my body. When my heart’s not beating quite so fast, I open my eyes again.
The light’s gotten brighter. I look up at the source. It’s far above me, like a dull, miniature sun. It spreads a little sphere maybe ten feet in diameter. Past that, everything is swallowed by darkness.
An irksome memory keeps gnawing at me. But my head is too heavy to remember. I feel… strange. Kind of like I’m hung over, but without the telltale pounding between my ears.
Cautiously, I try to stand. My limbs are slow to react. They feel heavy, too, like they’ve been dipped in wet clay.
I steady myself. Only when I’m satisfied that my knees won’t give out, do I strain my ears for that hissing sound again.
It’s coming from somewhere behind me. I turn back—and nearly smash my head against a gleaming white pillar.
What the
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