Page 22 of Come Out, Come Out, Wherever You Are

I almost moaned out loud. Fuck, the stinging at my scalp, combined with the heated throbbing between my thighs, did heinous things to my body.

“Answer my question, little killer. Did you like my gift?”

“Which one?” I gritted out, staring at the smudged writing on the whiteboard. “The raccoon or the cum between my legs?”

“Ah! Yes…” He chuckled. “The raccoon. Classy touch, don’t you think?”

“You into torturing animals now?”

Leaning over me, his heated breath warmed the shell of my ear. “Sorry to disappoint you, but the raccoon was already dead. Roadkill.”

His grip on my hair disappeared and the saliva in my mouth dried up when he pressed a sharp knife to my jugular, the blade cold against my skin. “You like to cut yourself.” It wasn’t a question. “Does it make you feel better when you bleed your emotions?” Nate yanked up my hoodie to expose my back and I held my breath as his calloused fingers walked down each vertebra. “Do you trust me?”

My response was immediate. “No, not for a second.”

“Good answer.” A sharp pain ignited a wildfire that spread over my back as he dragged the knife down the curvature of my spine.

I arched against him and a hiss escaped through my teeth. It abruptly died when he leaned over me and dragged his warm tongue through the fresh blood rushing to the surface, from my lower back to my neck.

“So fucking good,” he whispered against the crook of my neck before biting down hard and pressing the knife to my throat, causing a frightened whimper to slip from my lips.

My panties were soaked and my heartbeat thrashed wildly against my ribcage. His tongue was back, lapping up the blood and swirling over my stinging skin.

“I can’t fucking get enough of the taste of your blood.” He yanked down my jeans and smiled against my tender skin as I yelped. “I can’t wait to see it coat my dick as I tear through your cunt.”

Hand back in my hair, he held me frozen while he used the knife to cut my panties from my body. Nate tucked them and the blade into his back pocket, then smacked my ass so hard that I cried out. My skin burned and prickled with pain, but that had nothing on the sharp jolt of desire that shot through my body when he dipped his thumb inside me. I was so wet that he met no resistance.

It should worry me that I reacted this way when he was so hell bent on hurting me.

His thumb slipped back out, and he slid his fingers through the slick blood on my back before using it to coat my slit. I whimpered as he circled my throbbing clit once, twice, three times. Then he slapped my pussy in quick succession and slipped the knife from his pocket. I didn’t know when he’d let go of my hands, but the thought of fighting him didn’t enter my mind. I held on to the desk and arched my ass up as high as I could.

“You like that, little killer. Look at you pushing up on your tiptoes to bring your greedy cunt closer to my fingers.”

I whimpered, shutting my eyes against the shame.

Nate smacked my pussy again, so fucking hard that my body rocked on the desk. “From now on, and to the day I steal your last breath, this”—he slapped my cunt again to emphasize his point—“is mine. Let anyone see it, touch it, or fuck it, and I’ll bury them six feet under, understood?”

When I didn’t immediately reply, he pressed the sharp blade to my glistening opening and I stiffened, barely daring to breathe.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I choked out, tears blurring my vision. “I understand.”

His deep voice licked a delicious path over every exposed inch of my bare skin when he whispered, “Do you want me to fuck your pussy with the blade?”

A shiver danced across the cut on my spine and my cunt contracted around nothing. How could I possibly react like this to his vile threat? “I’m going to kill you.”

“Interesting.” He tapped my clit with the flat end of the blade, a chuckle vibrating his broad chest. “Try it, babe. I’d love to punish you for being a brat.”

He stepped away and around me. His lip was split from when I punched him earlier, and blood coated his teeth. More dripped from his chin. Fuck, he was dangerous.

Tipping my chin up with the blade, he squeezed the outline of his hard cock with his other hand. “I never noticed you before the crash. Little did I know, a devil lurks in the depths of your hazel eyes.”

I bared my teeth but didn’t move. It was submissive to lie bent over the desk with my bare ass in the air, blood coating my back from Nate’s knife, and my chin tipped up toward his heated gaze. I knew it, but I also liked it, strangely enough. I liked how alive the fear he struck in me made me feel. I should run for the fucking hills, away from his striking perfection. This was the guy I ran over and left for dead, and he wasn’t sugarcoating the truth. He had returned to bring me to my knees, only to kill me. I would die at the hands of Nate. Every nerve ending in my body believed it.

With one final tap to my chin with the cool metal blade, he stepped back and walked out, leaving me humiliated and turned on. He’d got the upper hand again.

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