Page 62 of Fear Me, Love Me

His lips brush over mine, and my eyelashes flutter. I’m hypnotized by the sight of him. The smell of him. The feel of him. He grasps the hem of my dress and starts to pull it up.

I take hold of his hands and try to push them down. “What are you doing?”

“I need to know if you’ve been following my rules.”

He wants to look at me right here in the library to check for himself that there are no fresh cuts on my body. I look around desperately. Someone might come in. “Please don’t look at me. Tyrant, don’t.”

He narrows his eyes. “What are you hiding from me, Vivienne? I told you my rules. You better not have broken them.”

“I haven’t hurt myself, I swear it. Someone might see.”

“There’s no one here. I won’t let anyone see my girl.” He slowly drags my dress up and caresses my ribs. My stomach. All my old scars. He presses a kiss to my throat with a hum of desire. “Good girl. It’s been forever. I need to fuck you, angel.”

I grip his arm, my eyes widening. “We’re in the library.”

“I fucking love libraries.” He squeezes my breasts, and then his hand dives straight down into my underwear, and he groans as his fingers slip into my slit. “Always so wet for me. I’ve been dreaming about this pussy.”

Tyrant caresses my clit until my eyelashes flutter and my knees buckle, but he catches me and holds me against him, and forces a finger inside me.

I moan in his arms. Nothing feels better than being filled up with Tyrant.

“You’re just so…” He looks down and then breathes in sharply, his pupils suddenly dilating and a smile curving his lips. “Oh, angel. What a delicious surprise.”

“What’s a surprise?”

He draws his hand out of my underwear and his middle finger is shining with blood right up to his third knuckle. Horror ripples through me at the sight. I must have just got my period. Blood from cuts is one thing, but blood from my period? He can’t see that, let alone touch it.

I gasp and try to pull away, embarrassment flooding my body. “I’ll go to the restroom. I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

Tyrant doesn’t let me leave his iron embrace, and now he’s grinning wickedly. “Go to the restroom? Take your beautiful, bleeding pussy away from me? I’m not letting you go anywhere until we get this blood all over my cock.”

He can’t be serious.

Tyrant brushes his lips over mine and whispers seductively, “You’re bleeding for me, angel. I need to fuck you hard and make us both a mess with your blood.”

Heat blooms in my cheeks and desire clenches my core. “We can’t do that. Not here.”

“Yes, here.”

My knees are jelly as he lowers me to the carpet and strips my underwear down my legs. My hands clench on his shirt. I should run, but I can’t let go of this man. “Please don’t. This is torture.”

“Ah, angel,” he murmurs, a mocking smile on his lips. “I love your pretty blood. I’m going to fuck you right here, and maybe you’ll cry, you’ll blush, you’ll hate me, but I’m still going to make you come.” Tyrant turns me over so that I’m on my hands and knees and then spreads me open with his fingers. “Let me look at you.”

As he explores my folds and the blood that’s seeping out of me and dripping down my thighs, my knees tremble, and I bury my face in my arms. What must I look like? Surely Tyrant can’t find all this period blood a turn-on.

“I did wonder if you were pregnant after the last time. How interesting that would have been.” Tyrant sounds intrigued by the idea.

I wondered if I was pregnant too, which was why I took Plan B when I came to my senses the following day.

“Fuck, that’s so pretty,” he murmurs, stroking my wetness all over me.

“Have you got a condom?” I whimper, my head rearing up as he pushes two thick fingers inside me. I can’t help but moan his name. “Tyrant. Tyrant,please.”

“Fuck you while wearing a condom? My angel only gets rawed. I bet you taste good when you’re bleeding.”

I gasp and my eyes fly open. I try to get away from him but he holds tight to my hips and fucks me harder with his fingers. “Tyrant. Youcan’t.”

“Keep screaming out like that. Bring everyone running so they can get a good look at you like this.”

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