Page 14 of Locke

Stop, Kali.

Enough!

He dropped his head to mine, and I refused to look at him this time. I turned my face away, but that didn’t stop him from running his lips and then teeth along my jaw. He forced my hand closed around his cock now, forcing me to squeeze him tightly, almost painfully so. The heat between my legs intensified, and with it that confusion faded, replaced quickly with desire. I pressed my lips shut tightly so I wouldn’t moan, but I shut my eyes, my mouth parting as I heaved through the sudden sparks shooting down my belly.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked now, his mouth grazing down my neck. I tensed when he nipped the spot between my neck and shoulder. “Will I even fit?”

Fuck, I hoped not. How good would it feel to be stretched painfully around his cock?

He continued to breathe against my neck, his voice easy to get lost in. “It’s going to hurt, and you’re going to cry no when you realize I’m not going to stop until I get my fill—”

“You’re sick,” I retorted, weakly. It was a good, appropriate response. I’d thank myself later if I survived this.

He responded with another tight squeeze against my throat. “We’re all sick. Some of us just hide it better.”

“So, you’re going to rape me then,” I concluded. “Even when you have the law breathing down your neck—”

“I have another ten minutes,” he cut in. “They know to wait.”

Shocked, I turned my head to look back at him. There was no arrogance in his expression when he returned my stare. He was simply stating a fact, which was pretty much an admission. The cops were under his thumb, exactly like people had speculated.

“Would you like that?” he asked next, his gaze falling along my lips and nose where my piercing was.

“Don’t,” I warned.

“Drop to your knees.”

A bolt of defiance raced through me. “I’d rather die.”

That predatory smile returned, and he seemed to be enjoying himself as a man lay dead somewhere behind him. “You’re fortunate I can’t do what I want to you in ten minutes.” His gaze dropped to my throat, and he choked me a little again, a light groan flooding from his mouth. My spine straightened as that damn pulse intensified tenfold. The way this man stared at me—fuck, it was animalistic and sick—but his groan, now that was going to be burned into my memory forever.

“Let me go,” I demanded this time, a little more force in my voice.

He smirked. “Beg first.”

Infuriating man, but I couldn’t suppress the sudden thrill of not giving him what he wanted.

My nostrils flared as I spat, “Never.”

His forehead bumped against mine, and he shut his eyes, saying in a pained way, “Fuck, little prey, if this is how you are all the time…” His words drifted as his breaths picked up. He was so close, our lips nearly brushed together. I felt dizzied by how good it felt despite how utterly fucked up this was. But being small, having a large, dangerous man hover over you, sounding pained with desire for you—it went against everything I believed in to like it as much as I did in that moment.

Then he pulled back, and the warmth immediately went out. Because his desire was all gone, replaced with indifference.

It was intense whiplash.

Still gripping me by the throat in a less punishing grip, he grabbed the gun again and led me quickly across the bathroom. I felt the stall door open behind me, and I stumbled, my legs giving out by how fast he was moving. I fell back on the toilet lid, panting heavily as he aimed that gun once more at me. Fuck.

So, he was going to kill me then.

I looked back at him, bravely. My desire went cold, replaced with razor sharp loathing.

I hoped he remembered looking into my eyes and seeing the pool of rage I held for him. I hoped it haunted him. I hoped he remembered the terrified girl that refused to plead, that looked death in the eye and damned him for being the monster the world knew he was.

“No pleas?” he wondered. “All you have to do is drop to your knees and beg for me to spare you.”

I raised my chin defiantly as he continued to watch me, my answer in the angry gleam I was giving him now.

“Brave little lion to provoke me,” he whispered softly. “A grave mistake to capture my attention. What a curiosity you are.”

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