Page 42 of Come Out, Come Out, Wherever You Are

When he let go of my wrists, they stayed where they were. The cold barely registered anymore, and now I was laughing.

“I’m a monster about to feast on your pussy,” he growled, somehow making it sound like a threat. His lips traveled lower, over my dress and skating around my cunt. He sunk his teeth into my upper thigh, and a gasp slipped from my lips. But it soon turned into a whimper when he yanked my skirt up to my waist.

Gripping my hips with his big hands, he pulled me to his mouth and feasted on my cunt through my panties, sucking the flimsy fabric between his lips and reaching down to slide it aside. It felt so fucking good to have his hands on me that I couldn’t help but grip his raven hair.

His tongue dragged over my soaking slit, teasing, nipping, sucking.

“Fuck,” I whimpered, grinding my cunt against his mouth, seeking more pressure, more of fucking everything. I wanted Nate to consume me.

To ruin me and leave me in pieces.

“Do you have any fucking idea how good you taste?”

“Nate,” I moaned, my needy cries growing in volume. This was so fucked up, yet my drug-hazed brain couldn’t see why. It wanted more of Nate. More of his depravity.

He flipped me over onto my front and bit my ass, kneading my other ass cheek before delivering a hard slap. His hot breath traveled over my skin, shifting lower, and then his tongue dragged over my sensitive asshole. I tried to move away, overstimulated, but he gripped my hips firmly and forced his tongue inside me.

“Fuck,” I cried out, arching back against him, despite the shame I felt at him tongue-fucking my ass while I moaned like a greedy whore, with my cunt and ass in his face.

“Oh fuck.” My voice came out strangled as my pussy creamed and thighs quivered. Nate didn’t ease up on me. Not at all. His fingers bruised my skin and his tongue lapped at my puckered hole until I thought I would lose my fucking sanity.

And maybe I was, because as I looked up through my heavy gaze, my breath got caught in my throat.

Broken and bleeding, his clothes dripping with seawater, Max climbed over the cliff’s edge, hauling himself up. The left side of his face was caved in, and the bone in his arm protruded through the flesh. Blood poured from his mouth as he straightened up and moved toward me like something out of a fucking horror movie.

I tried to crawl away, to turn around and tell Nate to stop, but my body wouldn’t obey. My clit pulsed with need. The orgasm was so fucking close I could taste it on my tongue.

My ass rocked back against Nate’s mouth as Max came to a stop in front of me. I looked up through fluttering lashes when drops of water from his clothes fell onto my face.

I let out a terrified scream that caused Nate to chuckle against my asshole.

He smacked me, then moved lower and sucked my clit into his mouth. I exploded around him, moaning as I blinked up at Max’s ruined face, his dead eyes staring down at me, blood dripping from his nose and lips.

Wet with seawater, his cold hands slid into my hair to pull the strands tight.

The orgasm washed through me like the waves that crashed against the cliff—violent, raw, and destructive. I gasped, then whimpered, grinding my cunt against Nate’s face. I’d come before, but this was something else.

This was unfiltered.

This was certifiably sick.

The stench of rot entered my nostrils when Max cupped my chin with bony fingers. The tingle of wriggling maggots against my mouth and his dead eyes had a scream ripping from my lungs.

Nate climbed up my body and pressed his lips to my ear, his hard dick grinding into my ass. “Sleep, little killer.”

CHAPTER

FOURTEEN

SKYLER

Istartled awake, wincing at the headache that battered my skull.

Lifting my head off Lily’s lap, I looked around. I was back in the living room.

Lily’s fingers traced patterns on my bare shoulder as she sat slouched with her head against the couch and stared up at the ceiling. Harper and Alice were still dancing, bottles raised in the air, while Nate stared at me from his seat on the armchair.

I shot up and darted my eyes around the room in search of Lewis or Max. Of course they weren’t here. My mind flashed with images of Max falling over the cliff’s edge. How his arms flew up out of instinct, searching for something to grasp hold of.

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