Page 63 of Shadowface

“I can guess.”

“No, baby. You can’t.”

I pause and wrap my arms around myself as a cool breeze hits from outside, causing my nipples to harden like rocks. “Do you want me to stop?”

He leans back even further, his hand finding the hem of his trousers. “I never said that.”

It’s too late. He ruined it… Clearly, he’s moved on. I flash my gaze downward.

“Keep going,” he presses. “You have my attention.”

I find his gaze again. His head is tilted, and he’s leaning forward as if wanting to get a better view of me.

My tongue runs along my bottom lip and my heart is simply purring. “Okay,” I say, running my hand down my stomach, playing with the hem of my panty line, mirroring his movement.

A dirty little game we play.

My fingers linger on the blistered X, and I pause. “Do you remember the night you fucked me?” I ask him outright, keeping my eyes down on the mark of death.

No more pretending he hasn’t been in my life for a long time. He doesn’t respond immediately like I thought he would. In fact, he doesn’t respond at all.

For a moment, I worry I have this all wrong. That it wasn’t him; that perhaps it was someone else, or another version of him entirely.

Finally, he says, “Yeah, I remember.”

I instantly relax. “You told me the next time you saw me you’d kill me.” Just the parting words every young girl wants to hear from the man who deflowered her.

He tilts his head again, and this time, I can see him smile. “Yeah, I suppose I did.”

I return his smile. “Well, you lied. Because I’m still breathing.”

I’m taunting him so deliciously.

“We can change that any time you want, baby.” My body vibrates at the thought.

I hitch a breath and run the finger over the X. “Are you going to kill me? That’s what this mark means, doesn’t it?”

He shifts. “I haven’t decided what I’m going to do with you yet. I don’t want you looking so composed. Relax, Summer. This isn’t one of your pageants, and I don’t give a fuck about sophistication. Let it go, baby.”

I sit back on my knees. “What are you going to make me do right now?” I ask him as my hands run over my stomach. Every nerve is shaking.

He smiles wickedly through his burlap, his legs lazy in front of him. “The thing is, I’m not going to make you do anything. I want to see what you will do all on your own.”

My pussy is so wet; if he were here, he would be able to smell it. Closing my eyes, I can still feel the warmth of his body pressed so close to mine.

That body⁠—

I try not to think of how fucked up this is, or how crazy I am for doing this.

“You’re not recording me, are you?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “No. I’m keeping you all to myself.”

I start by running my fingers over my breast, my nipples so hard and tight.

“I’m so fucking horny,” I breathe. “Why are you doing this to me? It’s like you’re inside my head.”

“Because I am inside your head, Summer.”