Page 16 of Tormenting Me

“Wait,” I panic, “no. I don’t want you to treat me like a slut.” He looks down at me with his piercing gaze. “Take your mask off,” I beg.

He groans. “Fuck, hearing you beg is so fucking sexy.” He drops to his knees, his belt still undone. “Take it off for me, Layne” I reach around his head to the buckles.

His hands come up to hold my wrists. “Know that if you do this, there’s no going back. You’ll be mine. I’ll possess you, guide you, and dominate you. In every way. And then I’ll want to touch you, hold you, kiss you, and make you feel safe. Only with me. If someone gets in the way, I will kill them.”

My hands tremble on the buckles. I process his words. Is this what you want Layne? Someone who would kill for you? I unclasp the first buckle. Two more to go. The second undone, he lets go of my wrists and holds on to the front of the mask. With the last buckle free, I drop my hands.

Slowly he brings the mask down to reveal the most gorgeous green eyes, full, kissable lips, and a jawline to die for. He pulls his jacket off and tosses it to the couch, along with the mask, then reaches out and grabs my neck with a gentle pressure that makes me whimper, pulling me into him.

His lips hover over mine, whispering into my mouth. “You are mine and only mine. You’re my girl. Understand?”

I nod. Still enamored with how handsome he is, I’ve lost my ability to speak. He smells of smoke, something woodsy like cedar, and the ocean. It’s intoxicating. My mouth lingers on his, hoping he deepens our lips touching but he pulls back and stares at me. I’m wet and my nipples are hard, begging for his touch.

“What’s your name? I can’t keep calling you my stalker or zombie face.” He licks his lips. God, he needs to stop doing that.

“Does it matter?” He says. The hand that is around my throat gives a gentle but firm squeeze.

“If I am supposed to be your girl, then yes, it does.“ I fight the urge to roll my eyes again.

Leaning forward, his lips touch my ear. “Wes. My name’s Wes.” That moment on the floor feels like it lasts forever. He pulls away from my ear and our lips collide, my body melting into his. If this is how every kiss will feel with Wes, I never want them to end. My hands weave into his hair, pulling him closer to me as his hand leaves my neck and grasps under my ass as he pulls me into his lap. With his pants still undone, I can feel his hard cock against my center and it makes moan into his mouth as his tongue explores.

“Oh,” I moan as his hands run up my back underneath my shirt.

“Off.” His voice husky and assertive.

My knees would be weak if I wasn’t already in his lap. I slide off and he stands up, leaving me on my knees.

“Take your shirt off.” I do as I am told, ripping my shirt over my head and flinging it to the side. “Fuck…” I cover myself with my arms, feeling completely exposed. “Don’t ever hide yourself from me. You’re fucking perfect.” I drop my arms, letting him take me in. He pulls his shirt over his head, his whole body is covered in tattoos and scars. Kicking off his shoes and pulling his jeans down leaving him in his black boxer briefs. He bends down and picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, he walks us over to my bed.

My mouth explores his neck as he stops at the edge of the bed, and he moans as I kiss the hollow of his throat. Wes pulls me back, pupils blown with insatiable hunger. “Have you just never fucked anyone?”

Well, he is in for a surprise. “I kissed a boy in the third grade, and that is the extent of my romantic experience.”

“Wait, you haven’t kissed anyone since you were like eight years old? Where the fuck have you been my whole life? How the fuck has some guy not…” his voice trails off as he lays me down on the bed. I scoot back, but he grabs me by the ankle and pulls me to the edge.

“So you’ve never had your pussy eaten then?” His eyes darken as I shake my head. The devious smile that spreads across his face has me excited and terrified all at the same time. He drops to his knees in front of me as if he is about to pray. If I wasn’t wearing my thong still, he would get an eyeful of my bare pussy. He looks over at my bedside table and grabs one of my knives from the harness.

“No,” I say remembering his words from earlier. He shushes me then glides the blade up the outside of my thigh, the cool metal making my nipples hard.

Wes pushes the blade against my hip to cut my thong, doing so the tip digs into my skin.

“Ah,” I cry out. It’s painful, but the pain feels surprisingly good. The nick is just deep enough to draw blood. A crimson trail drips down my thigh and onto my sheets. Wes’s tongue eagerly glides up the outside of my thigh and he licks up the blood and places a kiss on the cut. That should not have been so hot. His other hand pulls my thong off, tossing it to the floor. My thighs quiver at being so exposed, especially to someone who I don’t know. Someone who stalked me and attacked me.

My thighs clench together.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Shall we begin the long list of all the things wrong with us right now, Layne?

“Ma Petite Mort, you’re gonna to need to stop clenching.“ He purrs as his jade eyes look up at me. “Having second thoughts?”

“N-no. I just need to get out of my head.” His hands spread my thighs so he can see all of me.

“Allow me help get you out of your head.” His breath is hot on my pussy. The soft kisses he places down my thigh ignite a fire deep in my core. He switches to my other leg and his lips start the same sweet torture, a trail of sweet kisses. I tense when I feel his warm tongue slide up my entrance, finding my clit. His tongue ravages my clit with deliciously slow strokes. I feel a pressure building in my core, and it feels so fucking good. I run my fingers into his hair, holding him in place as I rock my hips, seeking release against his tongue. I give his hair a gentle tug as he dips his tongue inside me.

“Oh. My. God,” I moan, nearly breathless.

He pulls back and arches his eyebrow. “God isn’t here, Layne,” he stands, pulls his boxer brief down, and climbs on top of me, using his knee to spread my legs. “When you come, you’ll say my name. Do you understand?”

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