Slash Me Savagely: Book 1 in The Blackwater Reaper Hockey Series by Frankie Cardona

Author:Frankie Cardona [Cardona, Frankie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Grey Star Publishing, LLC
Published: 2025-03-10T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Gemma

Iwoke up to an empty bed; the sunlight slicing through the blinds, mocking the darkness that clung to me. The events of the night before crashed into my consciousness like a wrecking ball, and I curled in on myself, trying to escape the memories that flooded my mind. My body ached, a traitorous reminder of his touch, of the way I had responded to him.

Tears stung my eyes, hot and accusing. How could I have let this happen? How could my body betray me like this? I felt a sob rise in my throat, and I choked it down, refusing to let it escape. I wouldn't give him that power, not again.

But how had he been there?

The question gnawed at me, a relentless, grinding doubt.

Had he been watching me?

The thought sent a shiver down my spine, a cold, creeping dread that spread through my veins like poison.

Was he the one who'd been watching me all this time? The one whose gaze I could feel like a phantom touch, even when I was alone?

I hugged my knees to my chest, trying to make sense of it all. None of this made sense. None of it. The pieces refused to fit together, no matter how hard I tried to force them. It was like trying to solve a puzzle in the dark, each piece slippery and elusive, always just out of reach.

I took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to calm the storm that raged inside me. I needed answers. I needed to understand. But more than anything, I needed to regain control of my body, of my life. I wouldn't let him take that from me. Not again. Not ever.

But even as I made the vow, I could feel the ghost of his touch on my skin, a lingering echo that refused to fade. And I knew, with a sinking certainty, that nothing would ever be the same again.

The door creaked open, and Matthew walked in, two steaming mugs of coffee in his hands. I glared at him, clutching the sheet tighter around me, as if cotton could shield me from the nightmare unfolding.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. He stood in the doorway, completely naked, his body a work of art. His skin was pale, almost translucent, and it seemed to glow in the dim light of the room. His muscles were lean and defined, a testament to the hours he spent honing his body into a weapon. A thin line of light hair trailed down from his chest, leading my gaze to the hard length of him, jutting out from between his legs. He was beautiful, in a terrifying, predatory way. And I hated myself for wanting him.

He set the mugs down on the nightstand, his movements slow and deliberate. "I thought you could use some coffee," he said, his voice low and rough.

I didn't trust myself to speak, so I just nodded, my eyes still locked on his body. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, and I couldn’t stop it.

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