Beneath his gaze

Isabella A silent scream leaves my lips as he thrusts inside, my eyes rolling back in my head. His hand wraps around my throat forcing my head back to look up at him “look at me” his deep voice growls with command. My walls tremble around his as I obey and look up at him through long lashes. My breath stutters as he moves again, slower this time, deliberate, like he’s proving something rather than chasing it. Heat coils low in my stomach, confusing, unwelcome… and impossible to ignore. I shouldn’t want this. I do. My hazel eyes finding his unyielding grey ones from behind the black full face mask with white swirls. “You’re mine Bella, you always have been” he punctuates each word with a harsh thrust that makes me cry out. My mind reels with pleasure before I hear a loud incessant beeping, my brows furrowing. The sound cuts through everything. His mouth moves but all I hear is the loud blaring of the alarm. My alarm. s**t. My eyes shoot open and I sit up in a panic, breathing heavily. I look around as reality comes crashing back, not gentle or slow but a crushing weight. I’d dreamt of him. Again. I run my hand through my hair in frustration before I see it in the corner of my eye. My chest tightens.I don’t turn right away. Something in me already knows what I’ll see. I look anyway, my hand paused still gripping the roots of my hair. On the bed lies a black rose, dying. Not vibrant, not full of life, decaying and fragile yet somehow equally as beautiful. My mind races, he was here again. The rose tells me he was, his signature. For the last few months I’ve been feeling anxious constantly looking over my shoulder. Feeling a presence but unable to see him, his cold gaze lingering on me in moments when I thought I was alone. When I thought that I was safe. Strange things happening, small things. An extra glass on the counter from the night before, my body aching the next morning. My blanket pulled up around my shoulders and tucked even though I know I usually kick it off. The first time the blanket was wrapped around me I flailed so hard I near fell out of the bed due to thinking I was being held down.