Page 48 of Fractured

Without thought, my hands move to obey him. They reach out slowly since I can’t see the exact distance between myself and the wall. He doesn’t like how long it takes because his body slams into me and I’m crashing into the wall. Thankfully, I turned my head in time so my nose didn’t smash into it.

He grinds into me, his erection rubbing against my ass. The fabric of his pants does nothing to hide the size of his cock. And I am so ready for it! If I thought it would do any good, I’d beg for him to take me right now. Just his presence has my thin lace panties dripping.

His nose runs up the column of my neck before he nuzzles my hair. “Mmm… you smell like iron and terror. Did you enjoy your gift?”

The knife point travels from my neck down along my side to rest against my ribs. “I did,” I answer after licking my suddenly dry lips.

He must hear something in my tone because he prompts me to continue. “But?”

This man, just like all the other men I’ve let near me lately, has a way of slipping past my walls. I trust him, even though I know I shouldn’t. “But I didn’t like using the gun to kill him. It… it didn’t give me the same kind of thrill as the other times,” I confess.

I wish I could turn around and get a good look at him. To see what his reaction is to what I just said. Not to mention finding out exactly who my stalker is, the man who consumes my thoughts.

“That’s okay. So a gun isn’t the right method for you. We’ll try another until we figure out what it is. Now there’s another matter we need to discuss,” he tells me. The hand not holding the knife to me presses against the back of my head. My cheek grinds into the wall and his body crowds against mine.

I’m getting a taste of the violence that never came through the text messages he sent me when he was clearly pissed. His lips press against my ear, and his breath feathers against my skin. “Do you care to tell me why you were straddling his lap?”

Oh, Jesus. Is he for real? Being upset over something that meant nothing? “Seriously, Mr. No Name—”

“Ravenmaster,” he says, cutting me off.

“I’m not calling you that. You can tell me your real name, but I’m not using Ravenmaster.” He presses the tip of the knife into my side. The sharp blade biting into my skin draws out an uncomfortable sting. A tickling sensation clues me in on the drop of blood sliding down from the cut.

“Don’t give me your sass. I’m in charge here, Raven. Don’t make any mistake about that,” he seethes. “I bet you call me Ravenmaster in your own thoughts. Just trying to be stubborn with me, but it won’t work. Now tell me what possessed you to put my property so close to that filth.”

Anger washes over me, and my back stiffens in protest. He’s trying to hold me under his thumb, to put me in my place. But I have news for him. I’ll never fear him, I’ll never allow myself to be considered beneath him. While I enjoy giving up control and being dominated during sex, that’s not the case right now.

“Because I fucking felt like it. It was just a means for me to get a front-row seat to the dimming of his eyes. If you recall, I straddled all of my victims,” I spout off. My head jerks to whip around so I can face off with him, but his hand holds me firmly in place.

“If you allow your eyes to open one more time, I’ll slide this blade between your ribs and end you.” He pauses and presses the blade until it slices me again. I can feel more drops of blood sliding down my side. The moment I shut my eyes, he takes the pressure off the blade. “You need a lesson on who you belong to, Raven,” he snaps.

His hand leaves the side of my face, but I know better than to move or open my eyes. I jump when his touch lands on my stomach and slides down to cup my pussy. “This belongs to me. That means if you allow it to get too close to a man who isn’t on the list, then you'll get punished.”

The knife slides along my side and over my hip until it reaches the lace of my panties. I get another nick when he slides the knife into the hem and cuts through the fabric. He does the same thing to the other side and the fabric slips free, leaving my lower half completely bare.

A moment later, I feel movement near my face, and he gives me another order. “Open your mouth.” For a split second, I hesitate, then do as he commands, albeit slowly. Once my mouth is open enough, he shoves my destroyed panties into my mouth, ensuring I’ll stay quiet. I can taste myself on the fabric, my arousal having completely soaked them…

Oh, this is about to get fun. I just know it.

“Much better,” he murmurs in my ear. “Now you need to stay very still for this next part. I’m going to make you come all over my knife, and you won’t like it if you make me slip.”

His feet nudge at each of my ankles, and I take his cue to spread my legs. I’ve never been in a situation like this, and I can’t say it doesn’t send adrenaline shooting through my system. He trails the tip of the knife against my skin like one would a finger. Back up my hip and stomach, over my breasts, and around each of my nipples. I’m fairly certain he hasn’t drawn any more blood, but I can’t be sure without looking.

The longer the tip carves a trail against my skin, the more desensitized I become. My muscles begin to relax and my shoulders drop. His free hand joins in the exploration of me. His hand trails through the blood that dripped down my side, spreading it across my stomach. Each tantalizing touch increases my desire for him. I’m turned the fuck on. Every time the knife drags against me in a stutter, the danger of getting cut causes my pussy to clench down. If I had any notions of hiding what he’s doing to me, my body would betray the truth.

It seems like it’s taking a lifetime before his hands travel south. The knife scrapes over my mound before it lifts from my skin. I hold my breath as I wait. And wait. Wait some more. My heart pounds in my chest. I’ve never felt unsettled like this before. It’s a strange sensation.

Finally, a touch runs down my slit. All the built-up suspense has me jumping at the contact. The thudding in my chest goes erratic, and I find it hard to catch my breath. My stalker lets out a mocking chuckle, and I can feel his smile as his face rests against my neck.

“So receptive, Raven. I had no idea you would be so fun to play with. You’re lucky that it was my finger and not the knife.” He presses a kiss to the pounding pulse point in a soothing gesture. “Stay still now, gorgeous. This time, it’ll be my knife.”

I concentrate on the solid wall pressed against my cheek, using it to steady myself so I don’t waver and accidentally move. No one wants to risk having a knife slip by their most precious body part. I’m rather attached to my clit, thank you very much. I focus on breathing in slowly through my nose to calm my heart rate so I don’t jump when the knife touches me.

Thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait in suspense this time. The cold metal of the blunt edge of the knife slides between my lips. He’s gentle with the movement, but it doesn’t take away the threat of violence. The blade shifts back and forth over my nub, and I suck in a sharp breath of surprise over how pleasurable it is.

My stalker hums in thought. “This isn’t right—Oh, I know,” he whispers to himself.

The knife leaves my pussy, but it doesn’t go far. He slowly slides the blade against my hip, cutting me open. The flat edge pushes against the cut, encouraging it to bleed faster. With a satisfied grunt, he wipes both sides of the blade through the blood. “Much better,” he groans while grinding his cock against my ass.

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