Page 11 of Darkest Fantasies

“I win,” he whispers, kneeling in front of me. Something cold presses under my chin, and I slowly lift my head until I’m looking at him.

He drags the cold object down my chin and throat until he reaches the top of my shirt, putting pressure until he manages to slice it open. A breath gets lodged in my throat when a small amount of light reflects on the metal item he is holding. My heart stops. I shallow my breathing and try to stay as still as possible, anything to minimize the amount of contact between my body and the knife he has pressed against it.

He trails the knife back up my stomach to the center of my chest, slicing off the front of my bra freeing my breasts. My nipples instantly harden into peaks from the cold air. I wish I could cover myself, but I’m terrified to move, unsure of his motives. He drags the tip of the knife, scraping it across my sensitive nipple, wetness pooling in between my legs over the sensation.

He leans back slightly, devouring me with his eyes. The fire in his gaze sears into my skin. “Mine,” he breathlessly lets out, staring back up into my eyes, tracing my puckered nipples withhis thumbs. His words send my stomach into a frenzy with flutters.

“You belong to me.” He places the knife back on my throat. Fear and lust consume me. He presses the knife in deeper until the blade pierces the skin, and a droplet of blood pools around the silver blade, dripping down my throat to my breast. “Only mine.” He commands. “Do you understand?”

My insides warm, and the base of my spine dampens with sweat. This is insane. This is fucking insane. I should be screaming for help, I should be doing...What should you be doing, Cat? You have nowhere to go?“Stay away from me,” I choke out, trying to sound convincing but failing. The fear in my voice is overpowered by need. I try to scramble back onto the bed, away from him but don’t get to go too far because he grips my ankle with his hand. The low, raspy chuckle that leaves out of his mouth sends chills up and down my back.

He tsks, twirling the knife between his fingers. “Stop trying to run, little shadow. Haven’t you figured it out yet? There’s nowhere you will go that I won’t find you.”

My eyes widen, and my stomach clenches. That chuckle and the way he is maneuvering that knife skillfully has my legs trembling and my core pounding.

“Leave me alone,” I beg more for my sanity, than the actual desire of him leaving me alone. I beg because when I look back to this night, I want to at least feel like I tried. I want to feel somewhat like a normal person. A normal person would be scared out of their mind.

I squeeze my eyes shut. What is wrong with me? I’m trying so hard to feel fear for him and this situation, but all I seem to want is for him to pin me face down on this bed and fuck me so hard I black out. The conflict between my body and mind is leaving me confused, and I can’t help but feel like I may be going crazy. This night has been unreal, straight out of my darkest imagination,straight out of my deepest darkest fantasies. Desires that I’ve only ever read and dreamt about. I can’t believe this is actually happening to me. I want to escape this, but at the same time, I want to bask in his crazy; I want to drown in this madness.

“Let’s stop playing pretend. Stop begging me to leave you alone and beg for what we both know you really want.” With one little tug, he has me close against his chest, wrapping my legs around his waist and his hand around my throat. My heart accelerates.

“Let’s stop pretending, my little shadow?” he whispers, dragging the knife up my thigh. I whimper over the sting of the blade cutting into my skin. “Tell me that if I were to slip my fingers in between your thighs, you wouldn’t be soaking wet for me.”

If I’m being honest, I’m wetter than I have ever been in my life, and he clearly knows it.

He swipes the blade through my folds, “Fuck,” he growls, as he lifts it to his nose, the blade glistening with a mixture of my arousal and blood from the nick he made into my flesh. He swipes his index finger on the knife picking up my blood, brings his index finger down to my thighs, and starts writing something.

Mine.

I scoff. I’m not sure where this courage comes from, but I’m going with it. “Why don’t you just tag me since you already think I belong to you?”

“Good things happen to those who wait.” My eyes widened. What the hell does that mean? He doesn’t give me a chance to ask before he starts to talk again. “Surrender yourself to me, surrender yourself completely tome. I want your heart, your body, your soul, and as a reward, I can make all your dark fantasies a reality. I can make every dark dream your head has ever conjured come true.”

My pulse starts to beat faster. I’m not going to agree to his madness, am I? What if he is a murderer? What if I’m his next victim? My fear and desire continue to have an angry battle for dominance inside of me.

“Say it. I need to hear the words come out of that pretty little mouth,” he demands, releasing the hold he has on my throat, and grabbing my face with both of his hands. I flinch against the cold steel blade as it touches my face. My instincts scream at me to run, to fight back, say no to him, to end this madness.

“Yes, I surrender,” I finally blurt out. As crazy as this situation is, it’s evident how aroused he makes me. My body is practically begging for him. My slick thighs are proof of that. I’m not going to miss out because of my fears. This is just one night, one night that I’ll remember forever, one night that I let myself enjoy, one night I put my wants first.

If he would have wanted to hurt you, he would have done so already.

The voice inside my head screams at me, and I have to agree with her. He has had multiple opportunities to do so over the years. I purposely leave my window open to make it easier on him when leaving me notes. My gut is screaming at me to tell him I know it’shimbut I don’t want to break the spell of tonight just yet. I’ll keep the mystery alive for a bit longer.

He grabs the tie from around my neck. “Stand up.” The command in his tone sends a shiver up and down my spine. We stare at each other for a few seconds, something forming between us, something I can’t describe, before he flips me around, pressing my back to his front.

“Be a good girl for me and lay down on the bed,” he whispers in my ear, eliciting goosebumps all over my body. I do as he says, but before I can lay my back down on the mattress, he grabs the back of my neck. “Face down,” he orders.

I go to take a step but change my mind as the desire of needing to know how he tastes consumes my mind. These are my darkest fantasies, after all. If I get one night to make them all come true, I’m going to enjoy every last second of it.

Chapter 9

Draven

“No,” she says, a hint of a challenge in her eyes.

“No?” I repeat. A chuckle escapes my lips. “If you want me to use force, my little shadow, all you have to do is ask. I’ll do anything you want.”

She doesn’t say anything; her only answer is dropping to her knees, pulling my pants down and freeing my hard cock. Her eyes widen as she takes in the size of me. This is an interesting turn of events. Her body freezes. She looks like a deer in headlights, not sure what to do.

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