Escaping miracle-1

Even if I did leave, he would hunt me down and bring me right back.

I know from past experience.

The sound of footsteps smack against the tiled floor and Jonathan comes into view. With tired eyes, he glances at me.

“What are you doing out here?” He mumbles.

Fuck, how long was I out here for?

Looking down at the water bottle in my hand, I hold it up for him to see. “Needed something to drink.” I reply.

He nods sleepily as he stalks over to me. My eyes never leave him as his hands grab my hips. “I want you.” His breath is hot against my neck as he lightly presses his lips against my sensitive skin. Instinctively, I lean my head to the side to expose it for him.

I don’t protest even though I am not in the mood for another round. If I do, he will hit me. I don’t want that. The bruises from last week are finally fading.

His hands grasp the hems of his t-shirt I have on and he pulls it off of me, throwing it to the side. I feel his lips trace my skin as he slowly kisses down my chest and towards my breasts.