Blasphemous (Torn #3)(51)

She wanted me to f*uk her. Nothing new there.

If I was horny, I just might, but I wasn’t. I haven’t touched a woman since Emma and I had no idea now how long this celibacy was going to last.

Since Nikki made herself known tonight, things might be turning back to normal.

I woke up later that night disgruntled, as if someone was choking the life out of me, but after a few deep breaths, I tried to remember what I was dreaming about. I closed my eyes, replaying it again in my mind.

There it was… the flashbacks began. I was dreaming of the lemon grove, that last night in Aspasia, the ruins and Emma. Everything seemed so real to me. I could taste her on my tongue. My hands could feel the softness of her skin. I could hear her laughter. Most of all, I felt her in my heart, beating and still very much alive.

Did it ever end?

Images of her beneath me, writhing and gasping my name as I plunged into her was so erotically vivid that I felt my cock spring into an instant hard-on. My hand reached down to stroke it, while my mind remembered everything. I remembered how wet she always was, always urging me to f*uk her harder, her screaming my name as she came apart in my arms. At the same time, my cock was ready to explode as my strokes became ferocious. “Emma!” I growled her name as I came into my hands.

Panting as I slid off the bed, I moved towards the bathroom to wash-up.

“f*uk!” I growled again before returning to bed. “f*uk!” Even after all that tension with Nikki, she should’ve been the one I was thinking about.

But nope, it was always going to be her.

The love of my life haunted me every night. She was so wretched that even in my sleep, she constantly left me a gift of arousal to remember her by.

Damn you, Emma!

Damn you to hell and back—back into my arms again.





Chapter 20


A few days later…

“When I miss you, I don’t have to go far… I just have to look inside my heart because that’s where I’ll find you.”



- Author Unknown

Bass



I was in the hotel lobby, about to go to the bar to enjoy a cold drink, when I saw Nikki heading towards the elevators.

“Hey!”

“Hey, yourself! What can I do for you?” I asked politely, a little amused at her flushed face.

It seemed that Nikki blushed a lot around me. It was cute and it made me warm to her a little more.

I saw her hesitate for a second before blurting out her intentions. “Feel like drinking tonight? I’ll have desserts and games. Say, meet me in hour in my room?”

Ah, she hasn’t given up on me yet. After a few days of exchanging hi’s and hello’s, she was giving in.

“Sure. See you in an hour.”

She bit her lip before giving me a satisfied smile. “See you.”

We were filming a romantic comedy. A genre I tend to do once a year, if the script was great. Nikki actually was playing the best friend of the main lead, Britney Mantel. Her boyfriend, who I never met, was too paranoid into thinking that I was going to steal his girlfriend that he demanded her not to talk to me at all, which was fine by me, I barely knew the actress. Besides, she wasn’t even my type, blonde with a girl-next-door look. Blondes, I didn’t do much. Brunettes and inky-dark haired women did it for me. If they had a sexy accent, more points for them.

That’s why that picture of Emma with dark hair and dressed in that latex suit f*uking killed me for days. I was actually a click away from hiring a jet to fly over to Santa Barbara and steal her away.

That image of her was still present in my mind when I knocked on Nikki’s room an hour later.

“You’re here! I was thinking that you weren’t going to show up,” she squealed before flinging her arms around my neck. I felt her smell me before letting go.

We ended up watching a movie and for the entire duration I was aware of her trying to get close to me. I had done this so many times that I could be an expert when it came to these things. I would even bet my entire bank account that Nikki was going to take it a step further tonight.

She wanted me that much.

An hour and half later, I was proven right.

“Bass,” Nikki moaned as her lips made contact to the base of my neck. When I didn’t stop her, she became emboldened. She started to leave soft kisses around my neck while her hand ran along my chest.

Nikki was breathing heavily while I sat there, wondering why I wasn’t turned on at all. “What are you looking for in this, Nikki? Just sex or something more?”

“Both.”

Something more was out of the question. Sex was still questionable.

Nikki was a sweet woman and I didn’t want to hurt her, but I knew with these things, I just had to be honest. A woman needed to know what she was getting herself into. “I can tell you now, Nikki. I’m not capable of loving you or anyone, for that matter. I don’t have a heart to share because it died awhile back.” It was buried along with memories of Emma, Greece and that damning island where I declared my love to her.

Nikki gasped, her hot breath stopped hitting my neck while her hands slowly touched my chest, where my heart rested. “Your heart still beats, Bass. It’s still alive. You can choose to let me in.”

“True, it still beats, but you will find an absent eerie sound.” I was dead inside. Just like the rest of me, I wore my scars proudly.