Single Lady Spy 01 - The End of Me

his fingers dug into her thighs, dragging her back to him. His head dropped back as a slight moan escaped his lips. I barely caught it, over the spasms going on inside of her body, making her scream and writhe. I was jealous of her but for the wrong reason. I envied her, the release she was getting.
    He chuckled and patted her thigh, “Steve will see you out.” He climbed off the bed and walked, still erect with a condom on, to the bathroom.
    She climbed off the bed, and pulled her mini dress back to its rightful spot.
    She tousled her long, blonde hair and walked from the room, holding her pumps.
    I heard the shower turn on and knew it was my only chance. I waited for the water to sound like it was hitting his skin. The suspense of it all made it feel like a real mission. I knew he liked long showers. I waited until I heard the jets kick in, he liked them to massage his back.
    I slipped from the closet, tiptoeing to the door. I turned the handle slowly. My breath was silent, but my heart was beating wildly.
    I opened the door very deliberately, trying not to make a sound. Just as I had it open half an inch, it slammed shut and his soaking wet, dripping body pressed into my back.
    “I saved the best for you,” he whispered into my neck. I shuddered, “Don’t fucking touch me.” The right kind of jealousy hit when his dirty hands touched me.
    He chuckled, “I figured you were used to sharing your men with other women.” That stung.
    Cold hatred crossed my face, shutting my body down, “You’re clearly not my kind of man.”
    “And yet here you are, my woman," he growled and pressed my face into the door, lifting my skirt, “I just have to know.”
    The fight came alive in me. I spun, pushing hard against his chest. He staggered back. I threw open the door, running as fast as I could. In the dark, and disoriented feeling of being in a different house, I was lost instantly.
    A light down one of the hallways beckoned to me.
    My bare feet slapped against the tiles, as did his.
    He called out to me, taunting me, “I like hunting, Evie. I like chasing the things I want to be on top of.”
    I started running on my tiptoes when I realized I couldn’t hear his footsteps anymore. I opened a door when I rounded a corner. I ran hard and rounded another corner. I was back in the main sitting room. The house must have been built like an octopus.
    I sprinted across the foyer and down the hall he had gone down for his night out. I opened the first door I found and slipped inside. I closed the door and flicked on the light. It was a games room. Billiards and other tables lined the massive space. I flicked the light off and ran for the back of the room. I remembered where the tables were and hid underneath one.
    My breath and heartbeat were my only company.
    The wait felt like it was an eternity but it was seconds. The suspense was built so high I didn’t think it possible to be more afraid or paralyzed than I was.
    I heard the door open but no light came through into the room. It was pitch black, even in the hallway. He must have turned off everything.
    I stayed perfectly still, listening for breath or steps but he moved silently.
    I crawled farther under the table as my eyes had adjusted to the lack of light, I hoped I would be able to see him. I needed to make it to the door.
    “I can hear your heartbeat,” he whispered and I couldn’t figure where it came from.
    I held my breath, frozen in fear and a sickening sort of anticipation.
    I waited before creeping forward again.
    My left foot was grabbed mid crawl. I screamed and kicked but he dragged me back on the carpet so fast I didn’t stand a chance. I scrambled but he was on me instantly, pressing me into the floor with his weight.
    His hot breath licking at my nape.
    I didn’t give up the fight until he star-fished my body, pinning my arms and legs out from me.
    Somehow he was still able to free one of his hands, dragging it down the side of me.
    He lifted my shirt, tickling the side of my body.
    “Stop!”
    He kissed the back of my neck, “You don’t mean that.”
    He was right. I was horrified at myself and the fact I was growing excited as his hand slipped down my thigh. The fabric of my skirt rustled as he dragged it up my body. He slid his thick fingers up my spread legs to my ass cheeks and then down between my thighs.
    “I need to know.”
    I shook my head, whispering into the carpet, “Don’t touch me. I don’t care what you have to know. Why