Page 47 of Come Out, Come Out, Wherever You Are

He squinted through the smoke while taking a drag. Then, with a shrug, he blew it out to the side and continued, “I would quite like to ruin your perfection.”

My teeth sunk into my lip and I closed my eyes. The orgasm hovered just out of reach, teasing me as much as his smirk. We were both sick, twisted individuals.

Shifting, he settled himself between my legs and balanced on one elbow, watching me finger myself while he smoked in silence. It was fucking erotic to have his heavy eyes on me like this, staring at my puffy, wet cunt.

Nate held the smoke in his lungs before leaning down and blowing it at my throbbing clit. His gray eyes sparked with malevolence and he placed the cigarette between his lips, then shoved my hand out of the way.

Slapping my clit, he dragged his forefinger and middle finger over my clit, teasing me.

Up and down.

Cigarette dangling threateningly from his bottom lip, he brought his fingers to my soaked hole and looked up at me from his dark lashes.

With his eyes fixed on me, he sucked on the filter and circled my entrance with his fingers as smoke leaked from his lips. “You look so fucking good with my shoe print on your face and your pink little cunt making a mess of my fingers.”

He rammed them inside, hurting me in the best fucking way possible. Then he removed the cigarette from his lips and flicked it away before leaning down and bringing his nose to my clit.

Nate breathed me in, rubbing every inch of my inner walls with his thick fingers.

“You’re a fucking drug. It’ll be a shame to kill you, when you bring me to my fucking knees. But even good little lying whores have to die.”

My back arched off the damp moss and moans tingled my lips, dancing in the moon’s haunting silver glow. “Nate… God, fuck…”

Sliding his fingers back out, he brought them to my lips and ordered me to taste myself.

Happy to oblige, I eagerly licked off the tangy flavor and let him fuck my mouth with his digits, before he removed them and smacked my pussy hard enough to make me yelp.

As he pinched my clit, I exploded against his heated breath on my sensitive flesh. Every muscle in my body tensed, yielding to his brutal assault, and he sank his teeth into my thigh.

Convulsing, I trapped his head with my legs. I never wanted him to leave.

Before I could even take my next breath, Nate wrenched them back open, jumped to his feet, and adjusted his hard-on. “Get up.”

When I didn’t immediately respond, he bent down and hauled me up by my arm. I stumbled behind him as he dragged me back to the house, never once looking back at me.

He shoved me up the porch steps, causing me to fall to my hands and knees, with my ass on full display as the skirt bunched around my waist.

Nate rounded me and opened the door. “Inside now.”

Shaking my head to clear the fog, I rose to my feet. But before I could pass him, he seized my throat, shoved me against the doorway, and bit my lip hard.

Blood coated his chin when he leaned back to look at me, his hair falling over his brows and curling at the ears.

The doorframe dug into my spine as he forced me up on my tiptoes. I swallowed down the whimper that climbed up my dry throat.

“Try and run again, little killer. It’ll be the last thing you do.” With his hand wrapped around my throat, he wrenched me away and pushed me into the hallway. “Let’s paint the house in blood.”

CHAPTER

FIFTEEN

SKYLER

Evelyn popped her head out of the living room as I entered the hallway. Her eyes widened and she hurried toward me. “What the hell happened?”

Nate shut and locked the door. “She’s high on drugs and decided now is a good time to take a walk in the woods.”

“Are you serious?” Evelyn asked, placing her hand on my upper arm. She directed her attention to me and looked at me how I imagined a mother would. “It’s dark, and we’re in the middle of nowhere. You could get lost out there.”

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