Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
“Don’t move,” he cooed and lifted that knife right to my throat, pressing the tip to my neck. “I might cut you if you do.”
I shivered and closed my eyes, the blade cold but warming from my body heat.
“But if I’m being honest, little girl, I want to slice this pretty flesh and watch it turn red with your blood.”
And when I felt his hand between my thighs, a soft sound left me, one that humiliated me because it wasn’t just of fear.
This is wrong. God, this is so wrong, but it feels so good.
I was sick and twisted getting off on the way this masked intruder touched me. His breathing was hard as he dug his knife into my throat a little more, pulling a moan from me.
He slid the blade down, and I gasped at how the sting from it told me he was actually cutting my skin as he made his way to my nightshirt. He tore through it easily until it was hanging open from my shoulders.
“Stop this,” I said, and he laughed before thrusting his fingers between my legs. I’d taken off my panties when I went to the bathroom mere minutes ago after waking up soaked from my dream, right before this intruder shocked me by stepping out from behind my shower curtain. So now, he touched against bare, slick flesh.
He leaned in and said against my ear, his words muffled by the mask, “Dirty, fucking liar. Your cunt is soaked for me.” He laughed again, and the sound was harsh as it moved along my body… like his knife just had.
“I’m sick,” I whispered.
“Mmm. It makes me so fucking hard that you hate that this turns you on.” He pulled back, towering over me in that eerie mask. “Let’s see how much more I can make you hate yourself.”
I cried out when he used his body to shove me against the door hard enough my head slammed back against it. My pussy was humiliatingly wet, my juices slipping down my inner thighs.
Putting his knife away, he now had his hand wrapped tightly around my throat as he pressed his lower half against me, letting me feel how hard and big he was. And when he tightened his hold on my throat, cutting off my air supply, I clawed at his fingers.
I could still breathe, but it was clear he wanted me to know—painfully so—that he had all the control and could crush my windpipe without a thought. With little strength at all.
“You know what I want?” He whispered those words against my ear, his breathing harsh.
I didn’t respond and not because I could barely breathe. But because I knew the answer already.
“I want your body. I want to use it in any way I see fit.” He pulled back and looked at me. “And you’re going to let me, even though you’ll hate how good it makes you feel.” He ground his cock against my belly again. “I want you to fucking hate to love it.”
He had his face at the side of my throat, and through the mask, I heard him inhale.
“Spread your legs.”
I shook my head but was already inching them open, not wanting to push him to really hurt me. I wasn’t moving fast enough, though, because, a moment later, he had his foot wedged between mine and kicked my thighs apart with his knee. I teetered from the sudden force, but his hand on my throat kept me in place.
“Slide your hand between your thighs,” he said in a deep and menacing voice. He was looking at me then, and I wanted to just shove that stupid fucking mask off. “Do it now, or I’m gonna really make you hate what I have planned, little girl.”
Chapter
Three
I didn’t think about it. Didn’t hesitate or whimper or cry. There wouldn’t have been a point.
I slid my hand down the center of my body, my shirt a tattered mess as I came up against my bared skin. It was damp with sweat from my fear, adrenaline, and… this weird anticipation.
“Go on. Fucking touch it.” He tightened his hold on my throat.
I dipped my finger between my legs, feeling the slickness of my sick desire as the digits came across heat, silkiness, and everything that was wrong with me.
“Shove your fingers into that snatch. Deep and hard. Make it hurt.”
My eyes felt wide as silent tears streaked down my cheeks. But I did what he wanted, and the sound that came out of me as I pushed one, then two fingers into my pussy was one of pain and relief.
“Harder, you little whore.”
I moaned at his degradation and shoved my fingers in deeper, so deep I touched my cervix when they were wedged in.
“More. All of them.”
I didn’t need to ask what he meant. I knew.