Page 171 of Somno Slave

My entire body locks.

For a second, I don’t move. I can’t. Because if I don’t turn, if I don’t confirm it, there is still a version of this where it isn’t happening yet. But my body kicks into gear before I can stop it. I spin around too fast, the movement clumsy, desperate...and he’s already here.

I stop so abruptly it almost throws me off balance, my body jerking back on instinct, but there’s nowhere to go. My back hits the door, the impact knocking the air from my lungs as I flatten against it without meaning to.

Behind me, the door shudders under impact. I feel it through my spine, through my shoulders where they press into it, and for a moment I cling to it, to the noise, to the proof that there is still something outside this room trying to reach me.

But it changes nothing.

The door is still locked. The glass is still intact. No one is getting out.

My hand lifts slightly, then presses back against the surface behind me, as if I can anchor myself there, as if I can borrow strength from something that doesn’t give. All I find is the same cold, unresponsive barrier.

My throat tightens, words catching before they can form properly.

“Stay back,” I manage, but there’s no weight behind it.

“Hush now.”

He presses a finger to my mouth. It’s thick, rough, and in one slow drag he smears the lip balm across my lips and down my chin.

The pad of his thumb traces back up, slick and deliberate, pushing over the swollen seam of my mouth. I clamp my teeth together, jaw locking in one pathetic, useless attempt to stop him.

His other hand snaps to my face, hard enough to make my head knock back against the wall. Fingers dig into my jaw, brutal and certain, thumb forcing into one side, fingers crushing the other until pain splinters hot behind my eyes.

I try to hold it. I do. But agony is persuasive.

My lips part on a broken breath.

His finger penetrates my lips. It’s so violating the way he explores my mouth with the tip of his finger, like he’s dragging his fingerprint across every cell, marking his territory.

Bite him.My mind screams immediately, panic flaring violently.

“Do it.” His voice is low, rough, cutting straight through the noise in my head like it belongs there more than my own thoughts do. “Bite me, and I’ll punish your slutty little mouth.”

My body reacts before I can stop it.

Dread hits sharp and immediate, driving straight into my lungs, stealing the next breath before I can take it. My eyes burn, vision blurring at the edges as something tightens painfully in my chest, the pressure building too fast to control.

No.

No, this isn’t possible.

This isn’t...

A tear slips before I can stop it. I feel it track down my skin, hot against the cold air.

He moves, too fast.

I don’t see the transition. One second there’s space between us, the next there isn’t.

Something warm brushes my face, sudden and intimate in a way that makes my entire body recoil before I can process it properly.His tongue.The realisation hits a fraction too late. He drags it across the tear before I can pull away, the contact invasive in a way that sends a shock straight through my system.

My breath stutters violently.

“What are you—”

“You taste so fucking good, Doctor.” He groans, and the sound does something unspeakable to me.