Page 115 of Fatality

“Because I could stop, but...” he pauses and I can feel his cocky bastard smile against my skin “Say please, Riven. Beg for it.”

Excuse the shit out of me? He thinks I’m going to beg and abandon my fucking self-respect?

I should beg.

That’s the smart thing to do if I want him to stop. But as if I’d ever beg, pigs will fly first.

“Fuck you!”

I twist and try to free my ankles so I can kick his probably smug bastard face.

But his grip is iron.

“Fine by me, little troublemaker,” He pauses, then moves.

I can feel his lips brushing against my skin, leaving damp trails of saliva behind.

He licks slowly, lingering, moving dangerously close to my core.

I twist frantically, panic flooding through me.

No.

It can’t be happening, I’m not that person. I’m not—

Suddenly, I feel a wet pressure through my thong.

My head snaps back, my back arches toward the sky, my lips part, and an involuntary whimper escapes them.

“S-Stop Evren!” I claw at the door handle, the window glass, anything that might set me free, but I’m stuck like I’m in some fucking old porn video.

I start punching the window, panicking.

“Fuck Riven,” he says, his voice vibrating against my folds sending a warmth right into my core. “You’re so fucking delicious.”

I feel his tongue tracing a path from bottom to top.

My face reddens instantly, one of my eyes squeezes shut, and I bite down on my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

The metallic taste of copper hits my tongue, but I barely register it.

“I’m-I’m going to fucking kill you!” I manage to say through my teeth.

“Kill me after I fucking eat you alive.” He growls. “Better torture than having her bones being broken, don’t you think?”

I feel his finger hooking into the side of my thong covering my pussy.

Why did I come back here? To get revenge?

I should have lived my life normally, but no, me and my stubborn ass provoked a damn gang leader who didn’t even think twice before crashing the car I was in, stalking me, and fucking broke into my house.

He pushes the fabric aside, exposing me bare to him.

My breath hitches.

I know my body is betraying me, like a knife stabbing me in the back, my own body refusing to listen to my head.

I don’t know what I actually rather have, my bones being snap in half or this, because both are a fucking torture.