Page 65 of The Library

My body freezes, fear and lust warring inside me. There’s no escape. I’m his now. Completely at his mercy. I feel him drag the knife across my thigh, just enough to make me gasp, but not deep enough to hurt me.

“You like this, don’t you?” he growls, his lips brushing against my ear. “You like the fear. It makes you wet.”

I can’t respond, but my body does. I’m trembling, but not just from fear. I can feel the heat between my legs, the slick wetness pooling there. He knows. Of course, he knows.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, leaning in close, the sharp edges of his mask brushing against my cheek, cool and rough against my heated skin. His voice is low, dripping with something dark, something dangerous. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re scared.”

His words hit me like a bolt of electricity, sending a shiver down my spine. I feel the blade of his knife lightly cut my stomach, just enough to make me bleed but not enough to really hurt me. My body reacts instantly—my pulse races, my breath quickens, and the fear that’s gripping me turns into something else. Something hotter. The way he says it, the way he looks at me like I’m prey, like he’s savoring every moment of my fear—it should terrify me, but it doesn’t. Instead, it makes me want him even more. Every twisted part of me lights up at his praise, the heat between my legs growing unbearable. I don’t just want him to see me like this—I want him to push me further, to make me feel things I’ve only dreamed about.

He spins me around and shoves me against a tree, my back arching as the bark digs into my skin. I’m shaking, my breath coming in ragged gasps, and I can’t stop it. I can’t stop the need building inside me. He takes his finger, smearing the blood onmy stomach, bringing it up to smear on my opened lips. Painting me like his very own twisted, dark masterpiece.

His hands are on me, rough and unyielding, and I feel the cool air against my skin as he undoes his belt. Just as quickly as he took it off, he wraps the belt around my neck, keeping one hand on the free end, tightening it as he pleases. I don’t need to see him to know what’s coming. The mask stays on. The gag holds my mouth wide open, and I can feel the drool pooling again as he forces me to my knees. My eyes never leave his, even as he shoves his cock into my mouth through the gag.

I choke, gasping as he thrusts deeper. The sounds of my wet gags fill the forest, and I know it’s making him harder. My body trembles uncontrollably as he takes control, fucking my mouth without mercy. I can feel the blood on my lips, the gag holding me wide open, and the wetness of my own spit and snot dripping down my face. But I don’t break.

“Fuckkkk, darling,” he groans, his head thrown back in pleasure. He thrusts harder, and I feel his cock pulse as he cums down my throat. I choke, gagging as the salty taste floods my mouth, my body shaking as snot and drool run down my chin. But the way he growls that word—“fuck”—and the way he calls me darling, it sends a fresh wave of heat straight to my pussy. I’m wetter than I’ve ever been, soaked with the raw, filthy pleasure of it all. He’s bringing my darkest book fantasies to life, and it’s even better than I ever imagined.

He pulls me up roughly, releasing the gag from my mouth. I’m panting, my lips swollen, my face slick with blood, spit, and sweat. He lifts his mask just enough and crashes his mouth against mine, tasting the mess that’s all over my face. His hands are rough, possessive, and I can feel the heat of his need still burning in him.

“Say it,” he commands, his voice low and dangerous. “Tell me how much you fucking want this.”

My lips tremble, and for a moment, I think I might deny him. But I can’t. Not when I know what I want. “I want it,” I whisper. “I want you.”

“Good girl,” he growls, grabbing me by the hair and forcing my head back. His grip is firm, sending a shiver down my spine. “Now, run.”

My eyes widen in shock. Run? I barely have time to process his words before he shoves me away from the tree. I stumble, almost falling, but I manage to catch myself, my body trembling with the rush of adrenaline. He steps back, watching me with a look that makes my heart race.

“I’m giving you one last chance, Lilith,” he says, voice dark and menacing. “Run. Run for your fucking life.”

For a split second, I hesitate. My eyes dart between him and the dark forest. The fear is real, gnawing at my insides, but so is the thrill. The excitement. Then, with a wild scream, I take off, running as fast as I can into the shadows, my heart pounding in my chest.

I can hear the forest around me—my ragged breaths, the crunch of leaves beneath my feet—but it’s not enough to drown out the thought in my head. He’s going to catch me. I know it. He knows it. But still, I run.

I feel the darkness closing in around me, and for a moment, I let myself believe I can get away. That I can escape him. But deep down, I know how this ends. I know he’s going to catch me again. And when he does… he’ll fuck me so hard, I’ll never forget who I belong to.

The thought sends a wave of heat through me, my legs pushing harder, faster. But I can hear him now—his steps, silent and sure, moving through the woods like a predator. My breaths are loud, panicked, and I know he’s closing in on me.

I’m scared. I should be scared. But the fear only heightens the pulse of desire coursing through my body. My lungs areburning, my legs feel heavy, and I know I don’t have much longer. I’m slowing down. Exhaustion is setting in, and I can feel him closing the distance between us.

I push myself harder, desperate to outrun him, but it’s no use. I can already picture it—the moment he grabs me, the look in his eyes when he knows he’s won.

And then it happens.

Before I can even react, his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me back against him. A scream rips from my throat, but it’s not from fear—it’s from something deeper, something darker. He releases my arms from behind my back, and I melt into him, my chest heaving as he spins me around and slams me up against a tree.

The bark scrapes against my skin, raw and unforgiving, but I barely notice. My body is trembling, my heart racing, and all I can feel is him—his body pressed against mine, his cock hard and throbbing against my stomach.

“See, darling?” he growls, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. “I will always find you.”

I look up at him, my eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire. My lips are trembling, my breaths coming in shallow, ragged gasps. “Sebastian… please…” I whisper, barely able to form the words.

“Please, what?” he murmurs, his hand trailing down my body, sliding right to my pussy. His fingers brush against my wetness, and I can feel the grin forming behind his mask. “Tell me what you want, Lilith. Beg for it.”

“I… I want…” My voice shakes, my body betraying me as my hips buck against his hand.

He slides a finger inside me, making me gasp. My legs shake as I try to hold on to any shred of control, but it’s slipping through my fingers. “What do you want, Lilith?” he growls,leaning in close, his lips brushing against my ear. “Tell me, or I’ll leave you here, tied up and wet, with no one to fuck you.”

“Fuck me,” I breathe, the words spilling from my lips before I can stop them. “Please, Sebastian, fuck me.”

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