Page 36 of Come Out, Come Out, Wherever You Are

As he pulled down the front of his jeans, my eyes bugged out. He was fucking big.

Big and veiny.

Palming his hard length, he rubbed the crown over my lips, the strong scent of copper assaulting my senses as he dug the blade into the back of my neck in warning. “Open your mouth.”

“And what if I don’t want to?”

“We both know you do.”

Fuck… I hated that Nate was right. I hated how I was growing wet at seeing his blood-streaked face. My mouth salivated at the thought of tasting him, tasting the blood that coated his cock when he released it to thread his fingers through my hair.

“That’s it,” he whispered darkly as I parted my lips. “Wider.”

His cock bumped up against my lips and he watched intently, sinking into my mouth. “Fuck, look at those pretty lips stretching around my dick.”

I gagged around his length when he slipped down my throat, the taste of iron on my tongue adding to the forbidden thrill. Adrenaline danced inside me to an imaginary tune, creating a symphony only my soul could hear.

I’d secretly watched Nate in the hallways, how he easily flirted with girls. He was popular and didn’t have to compete for their attention. They chased him instead. And I’d stayed up multiple nights, touching myself to thoughts of him. Never once did I imagine he would notice me.

“Such a good slut,” he praised, upping his pace, fucking my face with hard thrusts. I took it all. Not that I had any other choice, not when he held me prisoner with the knife at the back of my neck and his big hand gripping my hair tightly. Nothing about Nate was gentle. He fucked like he did everything else in the world; with purpose.

My clit throbbed with need. I felt dirty, used, cheap, and I loved every minute. I loved this weird obsession Nate had developed with me. I loved the fear he instilled in me and his psychopathic tendencies. I loved that I didn’t need to hide the darkness inside me, which I would otherwise purge with the sharp blade hidden inside my bedside drawer.

The wet, sloppy sounds that came from my mouth, as he fucked it brutally, mixed with his heavy breathing and stream of twisted praise.

“Fuck, your throat feels so good! Cry for me, little killer. Let me see those beautiful tears trailing down your cheeks while you choke on my cock.”

Gagging again, I dug my nails into the rips in his jeans. I couldn’t breathe, but he didn’t care. I’d never sucked cock before and had no idea what I was doing. Not that it mattered. Nate took what he wanted and never questioned my inexperience. If anything, he seemed to get off on it.

“Fuck, yes.” He came down my throat, his warm, salty cum filling my mouth, and I swallowed it down.

Nate cupped my chin. “Open your mouth. Let me check that you swallowed every drop.”

I obediently did as instructed, gazing at his handsome, blood-streaked face.

His eyes came to mine, gray on hazel, and he pushed me away. “Clean yourself up before you go back downstairs.”

“My gun. I need it back.” The moment he gave it to me, I would kill him.

Nate’s dark hair fell over his eyes as he toed Lewis’s dead body. “I’m not fucking stupid, little killer. Go get cleaned up.”

Slowly rising from the rumpled bed, I bent down to pick up my clothes and dressed in silence, grateful my outfit had escaped the worst of Nate’s blood bath.

Crouching on the floor, Nate rolled Lewis beneath the bed before looking around for something to mop the floor with.

As he rose to his feet, I launched myself at him, taking him by surprise. He toppled back onto the bed but soon got the upper hand when I tried to snatch the gun.

Pinning my hands over my head, he grabbed my throat with his other hand and squeezed.

His tight grip stole my breath, and I kicked and bucked.

“Thought you could fight me, little killer?”

Black spots formed at the edges of my vision and my kicks soon grew weaker. Nate stared down at me with dead eyes, watching my life fade. Then he eased his grip and slammed his lips to mine. It was vicious and raw and mind-blowing. He kissed me like he wanted to imprint himself on my soul before shredding it to pieces and scattering its fragments on the wind.

His teeth sunk into my lip and my clit throbbed in response, but Nate climbed off me just as fast, leaving me panting on the bed with my skirt flipped up to reveal my damp panties.

Running a hand through his sweaty hair, he let his arms fall by his sides, his eyes cruising the length of my body.

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