Page 47 of The Hand that Frays

“Watch your movie,” he says gruffly.

“What are you going to do?” I ask him, smiling even though he can’t see me.

“I’m going to make one of my own.”

His words don’t digest as his fingers part my cunt and slide over my clit.

“Fuck,” I squeak out as his other hand wraps around my throat from behind, cutting my air off.

“Quiet, stupid love. I don’t want to kill every fucking person in this theatre for having heard you come, but I will.”

My eyes roll at his words.

This is the thing about Neo Wade that had transfixed me.

That turned me murderous.

He’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

A monster beneath a beautiful exterior.

But the bite of his sharp fangs keeps me coming back for more.

As the movie starts, his expert fingers, caloused fromweilding instruments of death, ghost over my entrance before swiping back up to grate over my clit in mind-blowing circles. It’s hard to keep the moans contained.

Neo flexes his hand over my throat, every so often giving me air before constricting again.

In between taunting me, he grips my pussy in his hand, staking his claim with a feral growl in my ear.

“Close your eyes,” he tells me.

“But the movie…” I whimper when he slaps my pussy, loud enough for me to hear it over the cinema’s surround sound, but I doubt it traveled back to the few moviegoers.

“Fuck the movie. You’re the show, stupid girl.” His lips’ proximity to my ear and how his breath crawls across my neck has gooseflesh pimples on my skin.

I drop my head back to his shoulder, doing as I’m told and closing my eyes.

“There’s a good girl.”

I moan, and he cuts it off with his hand, compacting my throat again. The rest of it burns back through my body, working its way out of me as a gyration of my hips against his hard cock currently pressed against my ass.

“I love it when you behave for me. You’re so good to your husband, aren’t you, you greedy slut?”

I can’t answer him.

He loves to ask me things when I’m unable to answer.

It’s his game.

I nod the best I can as his magical fingers tease into my entrance a fraction.

He pops them back out the second he feels my body pressing forward to encompass them.

I try to groan and fail.

A twisted laugh burrows into my ear, his tongue following it.

My eyes roll back.

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