Page 24 of Absentia Mori

The quieter I stay, the angrier he gets. The more feral. This makes me fucking euphoric. Despite the fact that I want to scream and claw his other eye out, I try to remain calm and silent. But the heat in my body begins to rise, and my pulse accelerates.

“Fuck,” I breathe.

He finishes the last letter and slaps my thigh. “There. I branded you like the whore you are.Myfucking whore now to do whatever the fuck I want with.”

Fuck. I hate how hot he looks standing over me with the bloody scalpel. His brow glistens with sweat; his lips slick with carnal need. I want his hands all over me. My body betrays me in that instant.

His gaze flickers to my chest just as my nipples pebble. He drags his palm up my belly and pushes my tank top up to my shoulders. I gasp as the cold air hits my bare breasts.

“Is that for me?” he rasps.

“Fuck you.” I can’t hide the ache in my voice.

He pinches my nipple between his fingers and pulls up. I arch with him, letting out a soft moan. “Looks like someone wants to play with monsters.”

“You repulse me,” I spit the words.

Raithe chuckles as he slides his other hand down my middle until he reaches my swollen clit. He pinches it in between his fingers, and I buck like a fucking horse.

“Now I’ve fucking got you, little freak. Playing you like a marionette. Will you scream for this?”

A wave of spasms rolls through me as he alternates pinching my nipple and nub, pulling me back and forth like a seesaw. I arch and buck and bite my lip so fucking hard I draw blood. He’s going to make me cum, and I hate him for it.

“Never,” I repeat, breathless. But my resolve is weakening. I’m on the verge of erupting like a volcano.

He chuckles as he grabs the stethoscope off the surgical tray and inserts the earpieces into his ears. “You can bite your tongue all you want, but you can’t hide from me on the inside.”

I gasp as he presses the cold metal bell of the stethoscope against my pussy. He closes his eyes. “Oh, yeah. Your pulse is beating so fast.So hard… Take a deep breath for me, darlin’.”

Fuck. A deep spasm shoots through my core as he begins rubbing the end of the scope up and down my slit, pressing it in deeper each time. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Listening to your pussy scream. Let’s get this in deeper.”

I shake my head. The end of the stethoscope is at least two inches wide. “No. Stop. I don’t want that in me.”

As he rubs it in circles, I can hear the slopping of my juices.

“Your pretty little cunt is telling me otherwise. Now shut the fuck up so I can hear how hard your pulse throbs for me.”

He spreads my pussy lips back and pushes the stethoscope farther in. “There we go. Sliding in so good. I knew it would be a perfect fit.”

What the fuck is happening to me? I let out a deep moan, no longer caring about staying quiet. I jerk my hips as the cold metal tool stretches me open. I tremble around it, clenching as he twists it in circles.

It’s the closest his ears will get to being inside me, and there’s something so erotic about seeing the long cord connecting my cunt to him. The fact that he can actually hear my heartbeat…

A wild look flashes in his eyes. A look that most likely matches mine. He unstraps me from the table and lifts me up. We move backward at record speed until he plops down in a chair and pulls me on his lap. “I want you to listen to how feral I make you, little freak.”

He puts the stethoscope in my ears before pulling my legs apart and continuing to fuck me with the other end. I arch and lean my back against his chest. I grind my ass against his lap, feeling the way his cock hardens and twitches at every thrust.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan.

He pushes it all the way inside me. “Do you hear that? That’s the sound of your pussy. She’s saying yes, Daddy…” He wraps his other hand around my throat. “You’re my whore, little freak. My rag doll.” He thrusts the stethoscope in and out, rolling it in circles over my clit and then back inside my aching core. “You are nobody in here. Libra Thorn doesn’t exist. Accept that.”

Shame fills me as I rock against his hand, chasing my orgasm as hard as I try to run away from it. “I’m Libra Thorn,” I grit out.

He squeezes tighter, blurring my vision with stars. “Libra Thorn is dead. Say that name one more time, and I’ll fuck it right out of you.”

Fuck. I can’t breathe. He pumps the tool so hard and fast now that I’m so fucking close to exploding. And his degradation only fuels me deeper.

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