Chapter 0175
Isabella
I knew instantly I was alone.
Zachary had brought me upstairs but he was gone.
Maybe he regretted claiming me after seeing me break down like a child.
My chest felt shattered.
Each breath grew more difficult, as if my lungs were collapsing under an invisible weight.
'Our twin bond is breaking.' Midnight whispers.
She was suffering just as much as I was.
Being a twin was agony at times.
This pain surpassed my injured leg.
It hurt more than being rejected.
'He's truly gone.' I murmur to Midnight.
'Yes.' she whimpers as another tear escapes.
I quickly wipe it away.
He had made his choice.
He hadn't hesitated for even a moment.
Zachary had left my crutches near the bed.
Grabbing them, I hobble to the windows and pull back the curtain.
I freeze.
The curtain slips from my hand, concealing what I'd just seen.
Slowly, I pull it back again.
A bloody handprint stained the outside glass.
How?
I didn't have a balcony, and it was a straight drop to the ground.
My eyes scan the grounds below.
Nothing moved.
Everything was quiet.
I assume Alexander has ordered everyone indoors.
But that handprint looked fresh.
'Don't open the window.' Midnight warns.
'I wasn't planning to.'
'Really? Since when do you leave things alone?' She snaps.
She was angry.
We both were.
But taking it out on me wasn't helping.
"Aspen should have tried to stop him! I'm hurting too! You lost your twin, I lost mine. We can't change that. Now can we please focus on this?" I was desperately trying to bury the pain.
Maybe if one of us stayed strong, it would help us feel somewhat normal.
'Check the other window.' she mutters reluctantly.
There's only a partial print on the other window.
"Do you think he was trying to break in?"
'If he wanted to break in, he would have. Like at the hospital. Call Alexander.'
I nod but sink onto the bed.
'Why does he keep coming after me?'
'I don't know. But sitting here waiting like an idiot won't help either of us.'
I'm relieved when Zachary's sweet vanilla scent fills the room.
It means he's nearby.
He doesn't bother knocking.
He pushes the door open, his dark eyes meeting mine before shifting to the bloody handprints.
He frowns and strides toward the windows.
His expression darkens into a scowl.
He yanks one window open, leaning out to examine the wall between them.
"Bastard!"
Zachary slams the window shut with such force I fear the glass will shatter.
He turns to me.
"Did you see him?"
"No. I just opened the curtains and they were there. Why me?"
"Brianna shared some intel last night. I thought you'd be safe here. No fire escape. No balcony. I wouldn't have left you alone if I thought he could reach you."
"He didn't," I murmur. "But I wish you hadn't left."
He closes the distance between us.
His lips crash against mine with fierce intensity.
His hand locks behind my head.
His tongue explores my mouth as his weight pushes me backward onto the bed until he's pressed fully against me.
He forces himself between my thighs, ignoring my small whimper of pain.
His kiss grows more urgent.
I feel him hardening against me.
He rocks his hips, ensuring his demanding cock presses right where I need it.
His lips travel to my jaw, then my neck.
His teeth scrape along my skin, pulling soft moans from me.
My underwear dampens with my own arousal.
He lifts my top.
His tongue circles each nipple, nipping as they harden.
A burning heat ignites deep inside me, spreading outward.
I try to ignore it, but Zachary's bites drive me wild.
The heat continues to grow, an insistent itch demanding to be scratched.
"I think..." I mutter as he pulls down my sweatpants and underwear.
"I know. Good thing I'm here, then." He leans down and runs his tongue along my slit.
Stars explode behind my eyelids.
His tongue delves deeper.
Every time he flicks my clit, I thrust against his face, begging for more.
He takes my hand, guiding it to my throbbing core.
"Make yourself cum. I want to watch."
With two fingers, I start making small, firm circles.
I press my thumb against my slit, imagining his tongue lapping up my juices.
As I moan, he pulls out his own large, hardened cock.
His hand glides up and down its thickness as he watches me pleasure myself.
"I need you." I moan as the heat completely consumes my body.
Touching myself isn't enough.
I need him to fill me.
I need him to fuck me like his life depends on it.
Zachary leans over me, his lips crushing mine.
The tip of his cock rubs against my entrance.
He pushes into me, filling the space.
Or so I think, until he pushes deeper, his balls slamming against me.
He isn't gentle.
His thrusts are hard and deep, making me scream his name as my body spasms around him.
He fucks me for what feels like hours.
Mind-blowing orgasms wash over me one after another.
But it's never enough.
Minutes after climaxing, I crave more.
I can't stop it, even if I wanted to.
I'm burning up, desperate with need.
Thankfully, Zachary never stops, pleasing me in every way possible.
"It's subsiding." He presses his lips to mine.
"Do we have to get out of bed?" I mutter.
Leaving the bed means facing the problems outside.
I'm not ready for that yet.
"Can't we just stay here? In our own little bubble."
"As much as I love hearing you moan my name, we still have a Rogue on the loose. Hiding somewhere. A Rogue who apparently learned to scale walls."
I nod and sigh, sinking back into my pillows.
I glance at the bloody handprints.
"What about when I'm alone in here again?"
"Do you really think I'll let you sleep alone again?"