Page 83 of Shattered In Darkness

“You know what happens now?” That low, mean voice is right in my ear. “You pay for trying to run. This is your world now. Me, and this room, and my rules.”

Gone. The sweet boy. Dead and buried. Just this: Brody, the monster, all rage and violence and want.

He pins me with his body, his hand fists at the back of my neck. My ribs scream. My heart skips. He wants me to panic, he wants my fear fed to him mouthful by mouthful.

I try to twist away. Stupid. He’s twice my size. Stronger than a nightmare.

He growls. “Run all you want. I like the fight.” His fingers clamp my jaw. He digs his thumb under my chin, forcing my lips open. “Gonna talk back again, Bambi? Or you wanna see how fast I can make you beg?”

I choke on silence. My mouth trembles. He drinks it in, hungry. He always was a wolf. I just pretended not to see. He shoves me to my knees. Hard, rough, fast. I hate how it makes my thighs clench.

“You look better down there. On the floor. Where you belong.”

My face burns. Every inch of me coils, trying to hide and display at the same time. There’s no dignity left. Just this sick, dizzy fear and the want behind it.

He stalks around me. “I let you get away with too much,” Brody mutters. “Made the mistake of thinking you still loved me. That you’d be obedient, grateful. That you’d remember who you belonged to. You want to die?” He crouches in front of me, face inches away. “Or you just want to get punished? You want pain, Lola? You want it piled up so high you never forget who’s in charge here?”

He grabs my chin and squeezes. My skull rattles. I am shivering and helpless. I’m supposed to be strong. I hate that he’s winning.

“I told you what would happen if you ran. Guess you don’t listen.”

He goes to grab some rope, then he crouches in front of me again. Before I can stop him, he takes my hands and pins them together, and wraps the rope around my wrists.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I scream, trying to pull away, but he is stronger.

He checks the knot, yanks on it, then picks me up and carries me to the mattress before throwing me down.

I shake, wild, flush burning up my chest. He wraps both hands around my ankles, pins my legs open. “This is how you’re going to learn. You’re going to lay here, take it, and not fucking cum.” His lips are a sneer.

He straddles me, knees on either side of my hips. I am so fucking trapped, splayed open, rope burning my wrists, every inch of my body screaming in terror and hunger. He yanks my shirt up. All the way. Hands rough over my exposed tits. They perk up, it’s humiliating, soft prey for the predator leering above me. His eyes eat me alive.

“You’re insane,” I snap at him and thrash beneath him.

“Keep looking at me like that. Go on. I want to see the hate.”

His hand shoves the hair away from my face before shoving my pants down. Yanks them off, and my ruined panties along with them. My T-shirt bunches at my throat, leaving me naked and open. My cunt is soaked, and I just want to disappear.

Brody grabs my thighs, spreads them wide, not caring how pathetic I look. Shirt bunched at my neck, tits out.

His pupils are black. There’s no softness. Not anymore. Just that monstrous hunger.

He drops to his knees by the bed, leans in, fingers digging into my hips like he wants to snap the bone. My body jerks. I can’t control the twitch or the whimper. One hot breath. A single stripe of tongue. I almost black out.

I bite my lip to keep from screaming.

He eats me like he’s starving. Mouth wide, lips dragging everywhere, tongue rough and greedy. Always in control. Never letting up, not for a second. It’s torture. My brain fuzzes out. The whole world is my helpless, shuddering body, pinned to a mattress, fingers scrabbling for a hold. I can’t even cover my face, can’t hide the way I arch and tremble and beg with every silent little sound.

He laughs, low, dark, against my skin. “Don’t cum.” The words are a lash. “Not unless I say.”

I nod, frantic. My hands are useless, tied above me. Every second he pushes harder. Sucks my clit into his mouth, bites down. I see stars and feel myself getting close, building so fast I want to sob. I almost say his name, but I bite my tongue, shake my head. I want to obey. I don’t want to be punished again. But my body doesn’t listen. My hips grind hungry against his mouth.

He pulls back, lips shining. Cold air hits me. I gasp. He slaps my thigh, hard enough to sting. “Too close,” he says. “Didn’t I tell you not to cum? Are you that stupid, Bambi?” My whole body throbs. Need, humiliation, rage. I shake my head, desperate, wanting to explain, but he climbs up and grabs my chin. “You keep trying to run,” he says. Words soft and venomous. “Even your pussy can’t behave. Maybe I should leave you tied up, dripping and desperate, until you learn how to listen.”

I try to speak. Only shudders come out.

He shoves two fingers deep inside. Slow, wicked. His eyes never leave mine. I squirm, the friction is perfect. I can’t stop. I can’t stop. My whole body is vibrating, desperate, clawing for the edge, begging for permission to cross it. He knows, too. It’s in the way he breathes when my thighs jerk and spasm. The way his nails dig so deep into my hips, I think he wants to hang me up by them. It hurts. I love it. I hate it.

Brody tortures me. His tongue is everywhere, mouth hot and wet, lapping up every filthy drip. He talks to me with his mouth on my skin. Don’t cum. Don’t you fucking dare, Bambi. His lips are smiling against me when I whimper and arch, mindless.