Page 28 of Til Def
“I won’t say anything. I won’t tell anyone about last night. Just let me go and I’ll…” I force the words out, desperation laced in each syllable.
He scoffs lightly, dark amusement flashing in his eyes. “Do you think I give a fuck about being caught, Raven?” I halt as he continues. “I’ve always had one plan, and now, you’re woven into it. Whatever comes after doesn’t matter, but right now? Right now, I’m going to relish every single second of my freedom... and my plans.You.”
“Why?” I murmur, feeling a deep chill as his eyes roam over my tear-streaked face, drinking in every ounce of my fear. “Why me?”
“Because I want to tear down every piece of you, break you until you’re mine only. I want you to see the world through the nightmare of my mind, to taste what stirs inside me.”
“But…”
“I’m going to pull you into my insanity, Kitten,” he growls, his fingers sliding around to rest against the base of my throat, squeezing just enough to send a thrill of panic through me. “You’ll feel the darkness seep into your skin, infect your every last innocent thought. It’ll suffocate your fucking senses, so deeply that soon you won’t know how to breathe without me.”
My lips part to speak, but he beats me to it, voice cold and unyielding. “You’re going to do as you’re told, or this will get a lot worse for you. It’ll be easier if you just surrender now, accept what’s coming.”
A sour laugh escapes before I can stop it. It’s the only coping mechanism I have left.
“Is that why I’m here? Why you’ve trapped me?” I bite out, forcing myself to look him in the eye, my voice dripping with bitterness. “Because you want to fuck me?” The words come out more eager than I intended, but the question is raw. If that’s all this is, I’ll grit my teeth, spread my legs and let him have his way with my pussy if it means he’ll let me go. He’s already fucked me with a damn knife.
His lips curl into a twisted smirk, his gaze traveling down to my heaving breasts, lingering with a cruel consideration.
“Or just stare at you,” he murmurs, taking a slow step back, analyzing me as if I’m some haunting sculpture he can’t look away from. “I’m not fussy, freckles. But eating your pussy is definitely at the top of my list of things to do.”
His stare feels like it could strip away my clothes, the tension wrapping around my lungs and core, stealing my breath. Mypulse hammers, every instinct begging me to try to run, but his intense eyes have me trapped in place, as if he’s consuming every single ounce of fear and probably a bit of arousal he just unleashed.
But there’s something deeper behind his intentions. A cold dread sinks into my stomach as I realize: there’s no reasoning with him. Not like this. I’m no longer in a safe environment. I’m standing in an abandoned fucking building with my obsessed, psychopathic patient who’s very capable of switching and killing me.
Every part of me wants to disarm him with words, but my inner therapist is lost, buried under terror, the darkness I once felt few two years ago, slowly sweeping through my veins. I swallow hard, the reality crashing down—I’m not the observer in this moment, I’m his prey.
“Hold out your wrist,” he orders, his voice a low threat.
As he leans down to set Midnight on the floor, I move without thinking—my knee driving up toward his face, but he’s faster. His jerks back, his hand catching my throat, forcing me onto my tiptoes and his other hand lands on my asscheek with a bruising tightness, pulling me close before he lifts me.
I scream with everything I have, kicking out wildly, but he manoeuvres me like I’m nothing more than a damn doll, forcing me down to straddle his crotch on the unstable wooden chair.
“Get off me, prick!”
I thrash against him, desperate, but his hold is unbreakable. In one swift motion, he aggressively forces both of my wrists behind me, and cold metal snaps over them, biting into my skin as he locks handcuffs around the,.
“Fuck. Your screams are delicious, Kitten.”
My pulse hammers as I struggle against the cuffs, but I feel stuck, my chest rising and falling as panic sets in.
“Look at you,” he mutters, satisfaction in his eerily calm tone that annoys me to no end. “Fight all you want, but like I said, there’s no escaping us and what we have.”
I bring my face dangerously close to his, my teeth biting, “I fucking hate you!”
He doesn’t recoil, he just peers into my angry eyes and how relaxed he is annoys me further. I groan, lowering my head, my red hair falling forward to shield my face, but I barely have a second to think before his hand snaps up to my jaw, forcing me to look at him.
Our eyes lock, and a sinister smirk plays on his lips. Then, his fingers slide through my hair with a strange tenderness, brushing it back over my shoulders so that he can see me more clearly.
“You look so pretty when you’re scared of me, freckles,” he growls and my teeth grind down, trying to push back the array of emotions that overwhelm me.
His hand drops to my bare thigh, his touch slow, possessive and I jolt, trying to pull back, but he grips tighter, refusing to let me move. He keeps his dark gaze on mine, his hands gliding upward along my skin, under my short dress until it’s wrapped around my bare asscheek. He grabs it hard, pulling me up his thighs, positioning me exactly where he wants.
Suddenly he flicks a knife out with his free hand, pressing the sharp blade firmly on my throat and I instinctively raise my chin, holding my breath.
“You’re going to come like this, Kitten. By grinding your deprived little pussy against my dick,” he demands with no room for refusal.
A pulse of fear floods through me as I feel the very big outline of his hard cock against me, pressing through the thin barrier of my panties. My body betrays me as warmth coils in my pussy, tight and unsettling, and I clench my fists, fighting against the sensation building between us.
