Page 15 of Darkest Fantasies

“Yours,” I murmur into his mouth, closing my eyes and letting my body dissolve against his. His hands study every inch of me, his touch so hot and possessive it brands itself into my flesh.

He lifts me, walks us over to the clean side of the bed, and lays me down. He looks down at my body to a spot between my legs. He smiles a wolfish grin that knocks the breath out of me as he traces the D he carved on my thigh, making me wince from the sting.

He reaches over for something on the nightstand. “What are you getting?” I ask, curious. I try to follow his movements with my eyes, but his arm is blocking my view.

“Making sure I make all your darkest fantasies come to life.”

I look at him with raised eyebrows. I can’t think of anything else he could do. “Didn’t you already complete them?”

He shakes his head with a mischievous grin on his face. He lifts up a thick wand with a glint in his eyes. “Not all of them.”

My eyes widened, studying the object in his hand. That is not a regular wand, it looks like a dildo made to look like a wand. Oh, god. My heart skips a beat. I had no idea such things existed. My pussy clenches, ready for him to consume me.

Gloved hands grab my knees and squeeze possessively. “Open wide for me, my little slut. Let me ravish your pussy the way you’ve always dreamt of.” His voice is raspy and deep as he drags the wand up my thighs, goosebumps peppering in its wake. I wiggle my hips, desperate for him to touch me. “So eager,” he chuckles. “Your pussy is already dripping for this wand.”

“No, it’s not the wand. It’s for you,” I whisper. My face is heating from my comment. I’ve never been so brazen before.

He tilts his head to the side, cocking an eyebrow. “Really? Then show me how bad you want me.” He pushes the wand forward, pressing it against my folds. A shiver rushes through my body from the cold sensation, my head tilts back as my eyes shut close, pleasure ripping through me. I can feel his eyes searing my skin as he fucks me slowly, twisting the wand ashe pulls out and sinking back in, the wet sounds of my pussy gripping the wand turning me on even more.

“You’re such a good girl, my little slut.” He growls, speeding the movement of his wrist, twisting it a certain way hitting that delicious spot that makes me see stars. I let out a loud moan, my body heating, my toes curling in my boots, my hands gripping the mattress.

“Come for me, baby.” He grabs my head and leans forward until our foreheads touch. We’re close enough. His growling breathing collides with my panting whimpers as he fucks me ruthlessly. My body rocks against the wand until a scream erupts from my throat as my orgasm claims me.

His wrist slows his movement, and slowly, he pulls the wand out, a low growl escaping from his throat as he gazes at the drenched toy soaked in my arousal. He lifts the wand up to his mouth and licks. “Hmmm,” he breathes. He places the wand on the bed. “I will never get over how good you taste, my little shadow. So fucking sweet.”

Closing my eyes, I rest my head back on the bed trying to catch my breath, grinning to myself in blissful content.

He takes my hands, intertwining his fingers with mine as he lowers his body completely onto me. I wrap my legs around his waist, his erection pressing against me through his pants. That must be uncomfortable for him. I reach for his pants button, undoing it, lowering his zipper, freeing his cock then lowering my head back onto the bed. He gives me a cocky grin as he grabs his cock tracing the tip along my slit, up and down, building anticipation between us.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he breathes, grazing his lips on the crook of my neck. “You’re a drug that I don’t want to free myself from.” He slips inside of me effortlessly. Wetness pools on the sheets beneath us and he grinds into me, finding the perfect rhythm. A soft moan falls from my lips as he slips hishand between my legs working on my clit, quickening his thrust. My mouth falls open in a moan. My legs tremble as I push back to meet his thrust. “You see how perfect we fit together?” He quietly lets out, applying more pressure on my clit, my arousal coating his fingers. “We were created for each other, my little shadow. There’s no one else in this world for either of us.” He drills into me faster and faster, the bed rocking with each thrust matching our rhythm.

“You’re so fucking wet, babe,” he moans. I whimper as my orgasm claims me, swallowing me whole, my inner walls contracting around his cock. The pleasure is so intense I can’t speak. “Keep rocking your hips.” He orders and I do as he says. “Good girl, just like that.”

“Oh, fuck,” I cry out, seeing stars.

With our foreheads touching, chests heaving, our lips close enough that I feel a lingering touch, he spills himself inside of me, burying himself deep. “You’re the salvation for my dark condemned soul, little shadow.” My heart pounds in my chest. My mind feels like it’s in mayhem. I stare up at his onyx eyes, feeling lost and confused, a fluttering in my stomach.

“I don’t even know who you are.”

He caresses my cheeks with a soft, pleased smile on his face and a you're lying look in his eyes. “You should go.”

My head shakes involuntarily. My heart guides my actions. “I don’t want to leave you,” I whisper, afraid I’ll never see him again. A scoff escapes my lips, making one of his eyebrows rise as he stares at me in question. It’s funny how earlier today, I told myself that it was a one-night sort of deal, that I would wake up tomorrow putting this whole night away and here I am not wanting him to leave.

“Catherine, don’t worry. You can’t get rid of me this easily,” he says, his tone sounding as if he is on edge, his eyes darkening, his features hardening as the seconds tick by and I don’t move.“Catherine, you need to go,” he orders as he gets up from on top of me, leaving me cold. Taking that as my cue, I get up and head to the door, halting in front of the doorknob. “The doors locked,” I say, my back facing him.

“It’s open.”

With a sigh and a heavy heart, I turn the doorknob, open the door, and walk through it. With each step I take I feel like I’m leaving my heart behind, piece by piece. Tears prickle in the back of my eyes, but I force them away, begging them not to fall. I’m not going to break down now. When I break, it will be in private.

Turning on the shower, I lower my head, letting the hot water flow through my hair down my body, washing off the blood coating my skin, painting the clear water at my feet red. My body feels numb, my mind jumbled with so many lingering thoughts that it’s hard to make sense of them. As I was walking home, I tried to make sense of everything, but when my head started to pound, I decided to give up trying. There’s no point forcing myself when all it’s going to cause is a migraine. I reach over for my soap, put a good amount on my sponge, and scrub my whole body.

I’m not sure how long I stand under the water. It turned cold some time ago, but the feeling of the water on my skin felt cleansing. With pruned hands, I turn off the water, grab the towel, dry myself, and walk out of the bathroom into the room, dressing in comfy PJs.

“No!” My stepmother’s screams from downstairs has my hackles rising. Oh god. I’m going to jail. The police are here to take me. My breath becomes shallow, my heart pounding against my ribcage. “Catherine,” she screams my name as shepounds on the door. I inhale a breath before opening the door. She looks destroyed. Her hair disheveled, mascara running down her cheeks, eyes red-rimmed. I look past her, waiting for a cop to come and get me, but I relax a little when no one else appears.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, forcing my voice to sound concerned. “He’s dead,” she wails. “They’re all dead.”

“Who?”

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