Alle Kapitel von Eyes On Me, Babygirl : Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

KammieThe fire in my abdomen billowed through my veins.A tickle caressed the inner flesh of my cheek, a gentle stroke moving back and forth, the sensation forcing a tiny mewl from my throat.A rush of awareness shot through me.I curled inward, squeezing my eyes shut as I fought to press my thighs together, resisting the warmth that made me want to move against the sheets.A whimper slipped from my lips, leaving me feeling utterly helpless.The sensation of his thumb filled my mouth, hot and stealing every ounce of defiance I had left as it stroked even deeper, pressing against the base of my tongue."That's my pretty girl."In my dazed state, I barely heard him speak."Your body remembers me more than you ever did, Little Cub."The rough edge in his voice made heat curl harder in my stomach, forming a wet pool between my legs.I was wearing only the red panties I had worn tonight and they were badly soaked.He worked his thumb deeper into my mouth, momentarily consuming every ounce

Kammie.Early morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, spilling across the room in fiery streaks.I felt the softness of the sheets wrapped around me, the warmth of the pillow cradling my head.Then the ache settled in.It spread through my bones, dull but persistent, enough to draw a quiet wince from my lips.I rubbed at my brow before slowly peeling myself away from the sheets.My eyes drifted to the soft blue nightgown clinging to my skin. It rested loosely against my thighs, leaving my legs bare beneath the morning sunlight pouring through the curtains.I didn't remember putting it on.What the hell happened?The moment I tried to piece the night together, a sharp ache shot through my body, making me freeze. Every muscle felt sore-especially between my legs-as though I'd been run over.My gaze slowly drifted to my wrists.Angry red bruises circled them.The realization slammed into me.He was here last night. My heart slammed against my ribs, my pulse racing so hard a sha

Kammie.Twenty years ago.I was standing in the hallway, clutching my teddy bear against my chest.Waiting for him.Dad had just walked through the front door when someone came from around the corner.I remember blinking.Just once.And suddenly there was a knife to his throat.At that point, everything else blurred.The next thing I remembered was waking up in a hospital bed weeks later.Jonathan told me I'd been shot in the ribs.I almost didn't make it.At least, that's what everyone kept saying.Most of that time is still missing from my headBut I remembered him.The murderer stared right into my eyes.But when I tried to remember his face...There was nothing.Nothing I could tell the police when they investigated the case.Colton was assigned to it a few months later. The old man tried his best. He arranged appointments with different therapists and sat through every session, hoping something would come back.But nothing ever did.The memory was there.I could feel it.Lurking

KammieSometimes, I looked at the sky and wondered if Papa's death was my fault.If I had screamed, maybe he would have known.Maybe he would have come for me.Maybe he would still be here.But I didn't.And he wasn't.After that, there was only Monica and me.The world kept moving while ours fell apart.Books became my escape. The only place where happy endings still existed, where the good guys won, and monsters got what they deserved.Then Xavier happened.I carried my scars quietly. Most people never noticed them, and I preferred it that way.Pretending was easy.Feeling nothing was easier.But around him, everything became complicated.He had a way of slipping past my defenses without even trying.I hated the effect he had on me.Hated that a single look from him could leave me unsettled for hours.Most of all, I hated that every thought of Xavier led me back to the same truth.Ray and Ronan were gone.I wanted him to be someone else.Someone who hadn't taken a choice away from m

Kammie.All my life, I ran.Not from monsters.Never from monsters.Monsters were easy.You could see them.You knew what they were.It was everything else that terrified me.The questions.The memories.The truths waiting at the end of them.Whenever life kicked down my door, demanding answers, I did what I'd always done.I ran.But this time-It felt like a sharp wound tearing through my skin, forcing me to blink repeatedly, trying to confirm if this was a nightmare or a dream.Either way.It was worse.My gaze was locked onto the A4-sized paper, the image of a masked stranger standing inches from the mansion gates, every part of him dressed in black.Awfully familiar.Like seeing him from a clearer angle, but this time standing in the same place as the assassin who annihilated my father.It couldn't be.It just couldn't be.Yet the proof lay in front of me-brutally real."Xavier." His name echoed in my mind like a forbidden spell, thick and heavy. He had it tattooed on my right thi