Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
What is wrong with me? I’m not supposed to be enjoying any of this.
He’s holding my worst secret over my head like it’s some kind of fun game, and all I can do is stay pinned to the wall and let him kiss me.
Fuck.
When his lips unlatch, I almost lean in for more.
“You’ve been dying for someone to come and take control of your wicked desires, haven’t you?” he murmurs, hovering close. Too close.
“Fuck you. You don’t know me,” I bite.
“By the time I finish with you …” He rips the knife out of the wall. “I will know…” He slides the knife down my chest and breasts to my hips. “Every…” He pushes the hilt between my thighs and nudges it against my clit until it thumps with greed. “Inch …” Suddenly, he thrusts the knife's handle into me. “Of your body.”
Fuck, he’s insane.
He’s fucking me with the handle of the knife.
“What the—”
Before I can say another word, his tongue is already in my mouth again, twisting around the same way the knife twists inside me. I feel overwhelmed by both seething rage and insatiable lust.
How dare he fuck me with that … that …
My hands brace against the wall, but his fingers instantly curl around my throat.
“Don’t even think about it. You want me to keep your secret? Then you will take your own goddamn knife up your pussy like the bad girl you are and make it soaking wet.”
“You’re a sick fucker, you know that?” I say through gritted teeth.
“You’ve merely caught a glimpse of all the fucked-up shit I want to do to you.” I can’t see him, but I can tell he’s smiling just from his twisted voice. “Now part those legs like a good fucking slut.”
I spit in his face.
He asked for it.
But instead of wiping it away, his fingers tighten around my neck like a noose. “Bad little kitty needs to learn her fucking place.”
I can barely breathe as he shoves the handle in and out of me until it’s slippery wet, and I feel my heartbeat slow to the point when I’m about to black out.
“I can’t …” I mutter.
“Breathe?” he whispers.
I nod as he pulls out the handle and rubs it along my slit, making me dizzy with desire. “Good.”
Fucking asshole.
How dare he get me so turned on and spiteful at the same time?
These emotions are not supposed to exist together, yet the way he’s been manhandling me has made me soaking wet.
The blade handle circles around as he leans in to whisper, “I like your tenacity, kitty. I like how you thought you could outsmart me, but you will come on this fucking knife as a punishment for trying to hurt me.”
“F-fuck y-you,” I whisper, desperate not to faint.
“So desperate for a cock in your wet, aching pussy, little kitty? Don’t worry, I will fuck all that rage out of you soon enough. But first, you’ll need to learn how to behave.”
He flicks the handle back and forth until I’m starting to lose control.
“That’s it, be a fucking slut and come all over this fucking knife like a bad girl,” he groans.
His fingers tighten around my throat even more, and my vision slowly turns black. But my clit is thumping and almost there, even when I don’t want to be.
“F-Fuck!” I groan as my legs quake, and my defenses cave in on me.
A wave of ecstasy washes over my body, and my eyes almost roll into the back of my head before he finally releases my veins and lets the blood course back through. But all I feel is the mounting orgasm rolling over me, consuming me whole, and a long-drawn-out moan escapes my lips.
He pulls the handle away, and a low, rumbling laugh emanates from his chest. My knees cave in on me, and I drop to the floor, completely wasted on that orgasm.
When I look up, he brings the knife to his mouth and actually licks the fucking handle, the groan that follows igniting my soul. “Hmm … I will definitely lick your pussy soon.”
Fuck him and that fucking delicious and arrogant voice.
“You wish,” I retort. “I’ll fucking kill you if you try.”
He grabs my face and lifts my chin, shoving the blade underneath. “Kill me then, because so help me God, I will fucking have a taste of you.” I can hear him pull down a zipper in the darkness. “But first you will have a taste of me.”
Warm flesh pushes up against my lips, and I can tell from the hardness it’s definitely his dick.
Fuck.
“Open your mouth and show me what you can do with that tongue,” he says, his voice laced with desire.
“And if I don’t?”
The knife pushes against my chin, and I can feel it cut into my skin as a warm droplet of blood rolls down. “Then your brother will know exactly what you’ve been up to here at school.”