The Monster in the Closet by Anne Stuart

Author:Anne Stuart [Stuart, Anne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Impeccably Demure Press

“Bitch,” Sebastian said, walking in his front door and throwing the old coat he’d filched from the theatre across the hallway. He liked the sound of it, so he said it again, louder.

The house didn’t answer. But then, the house was so powerful nothing could touch it, particularly not the misery df one poor human being.

He walked barefoot into the kitchen, opened the brandy bottle, and splashed an obscene amount into one of the white mugs. His feet hurt, but he hadn’t been able to stand being under the same roof with her long enough to find the rest of his clothes, so he’d walked home through the rain-swept streets of St. Bart barefoot and shirtless, with nothing but an old raincoat for protection.

Because if he had stayed, he wouldn’t have been able to leave her. And the last thing he wanted or needed was to touch her again. Not when touching her the first time had been even more powerful than his adolescent dreams.

“Damn her,” he said out loud, draining the brandy and pouring himself an even more generous refill. He hadn’t thought it would hurt. He was used to playing the game. Lord knew he could have a new woman every night, from any class, any background, any physical type, including women a great deal more beautiful than Emma Milsom. They all wanted to sleep with him, to tell themselves they’d bedded the monster and survived.

It had always been the same. Even when he’d been starting out, with that dreadful first Slasher Charlie movie, and Geoff had been doing handsome young thing roles before he met Coral. The two of them had shared a flat, but the women hadn’t been flocking around handsome Geoff. They’d wanted him, and they’d wanted him kinky.

He’d obliged at first. But it had grown old fast, and he’d learned to guard his body as well as his privacy. He knew the rules, and he went into a relationship, or even a brief affair, remembering them. He offered the fantasy. They offered his body temporary surcease.

He just hadn’t expected it from Emma. He’d let his own stupid fantasies out. It was this damned house, this damned city. He’d vanquished the monsters, found his own way to chain them, to halt their power.

So they’d found a new way to attack. They couldn’t attack him through his head anymore. So they were going through the heart.

Or the groin, he reminded himself savagely. “Damn her,” he said, trying to shut out the memory of her vulnerable face, the wide blue eyes that a man could get lost in. He slammed the coffee mug down on the counter with an ominous crack, then headed up the stairs.

He paused outside the dark closet with its horrible secrets locked safely inside. He reached out a hand and touched it, then pulled back. The greasepaint on his fingers left a bloodlike stain on the wood, and he shivered in remembered horror.

He stepped into the shower, scrubbing the makeup from his body, scrubbing the memory of her hands, her mouth, from his flesh.

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