Page 10 of The Hand that Frays

“Neo,” she pleads, pressing her thick thighs together at my words.

“Does that make you wet for me? Is your pussy flooded at the idea you’ve broken a killer?”

Her eyes widen when I cut off her air completely.

“I’m not going to kill you, Lyla. I’m just going to make you want to be dead.”

I let her throat go and step back, watching her with a heated gaze as she sucks in air, her eyes panicked.

Her fear is like fuel to me, and as I watch her realize that the Neo Wade she knew in that asylum is alive and well inside me, it energizes my cataclysmic soul. Fire is ignited in my belly as I storm forward and release her cuffs.

She drops to her knees, rubbing her wrists as she looks up at me from beneath damp, dark lashes.

“At my feet, right where I fucking like you. Good.”

“Take my cock out,”I tell her, and she hastily moves to listen.

She undoes my jeans, smoothly tugging the zipper down before she pulls me out of my boxers. I’m so hard for her, making it difficult tomanage.

What does she expect when she knows how much I love her fear?

Once it’s out, her hands slide over my shaft as she licks her lips.

She opens her mouth to take me inside, and I stop her.

“Did I tell you that you could have my cock? Did I give you permission?”

Her eyes flick up, and there it is again.

“God, Lyla.” I rush her, toppling her backward off of her knees. She catches herself on her hands that splay out behind her, but her head leans over the tub’s edge.

I grab both sides of her face, pressing the back of her head into the ledge, and she fights to adjust with her neck.

“I’m going to fuck this pretty mouth of yours. You’d best hold on, lest I snap your delicate little neck while I do so.”

It’s all the warning I give her as I angle my cock with one hand before sliding it into her mouth and down her throat.

The angle is fucking divine, and her teeth scrape the skin slightly, and the feel of the pain makes my eyes nearly cross.

She scrambles to shove her body up onto her hands that press against the floor.

It would be so fucking easy to end her.

“I could kill you like this,” I tell her as my cock slides past her gag reflex, and it flickers over the head in greeting.

She moans around me, and it feeds some sick part of me.

“I could come down your dirty fucking throat and then end it all. One quick turn of your head, stupid girl, and it would be all over.”

Her eyes roll back in her head as if she’s idolizing the idea.

My cock slides deep into her throat and muffles a scream as I hold onto both sides of her face, pressing with all my weight against her head that lays awkwardly on the edge of the tub.

“You look like my little fuck toy, you know that?” I manage through gritted teeth.

Her mouth feels so good that I barely get the words out.

Another languid moan releases around my cock, stroking it as I fuck her faster, harder.

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