Page 14 of Scorching Lies

I try to move but it’s a fight I can’t win. Panic starts to really set in when my lungs struggle to drag in oxygen. I gasp for air. I start to feel dizzy from the overwhelming emotions drowning me in such a small space. I can’t fucking breathe.

“Stop.” I gasp out. Too low. My voice is too low.

Thighs hit the back of mine, pressing my front deeper into the door. There’s no space left for me to move. I can’t move. His body heats mine, bringing my blood to a boil under my skin. If the lights were on I’d see flames. I can feel the heat from fire licking up my legs. Hell, it’s fucking hell.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” Louder. My words were louder.

Ryker can hear the panic in my voice moving back an inch. Only an inch and I think I can breathe until I feel his fingers trailing up the backside of my thigh, crawling their way between them, until the tips of his fingers are drawing circles on the thin cotton of my red thong. Red. The color of fire. I almost laugh at that comparison because why the fuck is my mind there right now?

“How wet is this tight little cunt?”

Whimpering with each touch, my core clenches and it’s like a bomb to my heart. Traitor. My body betrays me by enjoying, craving, and loving his touch. I beg him for more, my ass moves on its own, pressing deeper into him.

“That’s it killer. Open those thighs for me.”

My entire body is covered in sweat but my legs obey their master. His demand lost on me, they hear him loud and clear. He controls me now. Slipping a finger past my thong to caress my lips, he groans at the feel of how wet I am. And I am so fucking wet for him.

“Fuck, I knew you were a fucking slut princess. I knew your pussy would be drenched for me.” He pauses, the heat of his breath against my skin, “Killer, I want to see you on your knees begging for me to be down your throat, but we don’t have time for that, so ride my hand and fucking scream for me.”

For a split second, I wish I had died in that fire. Burning here for him is so much worse because he’ll forever be seared into my skin now. My next inhale gets stuck in my throat, his thick finger plunges into me, and I scream. Not his name. I just scream. Tears pool in my eyes but my pussy pulls him in deeper with each tear that slides down my face. My body wars with my mind until all I can see or feel is Ryker. And then my hips move.

His hand presses into my throat, cutting off my next scream. “Fuck my hand. Ride it hard, I know you love the feel of me inside you. Stretching your cunt.” He growls deeper, “Show me just how fucking much you crave being my little slut. Soak my fingers.”

I groan with pleasure, my legs shake when he adds a second finger. The third has me crying out. It’s too much. His thighs against mine. His breath fanning the hairs on my neck. His fingers pumping and twisting inside me. My core clenching around him. It’s all too much and my mouth falls open on a silent scream.

“That’s it baby, chase it. Beg for it princess. Only I can give you this. Only me. You’re mine.”

Shaking my head I agree. My body agrees. Fuck, my pussy cries in agreement.

“Yes.” I whisper.

“Say it louder.”

“Yes.”

“Killer.” He snarls.

Twisting my hips and dropping them down on his fingers my toes curl.

“Fuck! Yes, I’m yours. Fuck please. Please.”

Curling his fingers he adds his thumb, pressing it into my clit sending stars behind my eyelids. My eyes closing to watch the show of sparks and little dippers shine.

“So fucking filthy. I knew you were a slut for me.”

His thick hands squeeze my throat, my air is completely cut off, my face turning hot, tears spilling faster, fear spiking, but my pussy? She purrs to the feel of him controlling her. My legs give out, his thighs catching me until my whole body is leaning on him, my orgasm making me tremble.

“God damn, killjoy. Your pussy is gripping my fingers so tight.” Grunting he twist his fingers dragging out my orgasm. “Fuck, I need to taste you on my tongue.”

Slipping his fingers from below my skirt, my thong slaps against my skin with a wet plop. His chest heaves with his excitement while my mind fogs with overwhelming emotion. I can hear his mouth close over his fingers, sucking them and the sound drives me insane. Tears spill faster, my breathing ragged, but still I stand there leaning on Ryker. Listening to him swallow me down.

Finishing, he bends his head down to nip at my earlobe, “You taste like brimstone and heaven dripping down my throat, princess. Such a dirty feeling drinking you down, my pretty little killer.” His breath tickles my skin, wanting more, “Now we’re both stained with your orgasm. Forever. Now we can both be scarred, baby.”

Kissing my neck he moves me off him, my knees smacking into the tile when my legs refuse to stand, and that’s where he leaves me. In the darkness, tainted by him, spent and stained. The feelof his fingers still inside me, the touch of his hand around my throat, and fuck, if I don’t ride my own hand before leaving the closet. Gaining some control back while fighting the images of him filling me to the brim.

For as much as I hate him, I crave him even more. And for that I’d gladly let myself fall to his feet. Because I’ll bring him with me in the end.

CHAPTER EIGHT

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