Page 12 of Haunt

“Two.” I feel the brush of his third finger and whimper nervously, trying to press my thighs together while his hand continues to move as if he doesn’t notice.

“Please—”

“Three. Deep breath.”

I listen to him, though I don’t want to. But I also don’t want to suffocate while he fingers me. I suck in a deep breath and he waits until my lungs are full of oxygen before closing his fingers around my throat again, his thumb nudging that place under my jaw that makes me see stars. He’s not kind about it. He doesn’t slowly increase the pressure, but goes from just holding my neck to choking me so hard I can’t even make a noise of protest.

“Good girl.Good girl,” Ravage snarls, scissoring his fingers inside of me. “Look at you so desperate for me. Told you this would be better, didn’t I? And you get so wet when I don’t let you breathe. If I didn’t have the gloves on, I bet you’d be able to hear just how much your pussy is begging for my fingers. Sofuckinggreedy.” Without warning, he adds another, sinking his digits into me slowly once before picking up his movements to be sharp and punishing. It jolts my hips against the table as I writhe, kicking out at nothing in a futile attempt to get him off of me while my lungs scream for oxygen.

“The more you fight, the faster you run out of oxygen.” His thumb finds my clit, rubbing over it continuously instead of just teasing like he’d done before. “Doesn’t matter to me. I’m not the one who can’t breathe. But I felt like I should tell you that.”

I can barely hear him over the pounding of my pulse in my ears as my chest burns, begging for the oxygen he refuses to give me. My body shifts as his touches send heat jolting through me, and a soft whine is the only sound I can make in response.

“Feels so good, right?” Ravage purrs. “It’s so intense when you can’t breathe. Fuck, you’re so wet. Will you come for me, princess?” He loosens his grip just a little, just enough for me to take a small breath before closing them around my throat again. “Are you?”

I shake my head fervently, fingers sliding against his bloody wrist. If I had the air I’d beg for him to stop. I’dpleadwith him to let me go, but all I can do is gasp around his hand and fight the rising heat from his touch.

He hums at my denial, twisting his fingers and curling them ever so slightly. The movement has me arching off the table, kicking out once again at nothing. “There you go. There it is, princess. You look like you feel so good. You wanna come for me?” Again I shake my head, mind starting to go fuzzy. When I open my eyes, darkness winks in and out of my vision, obscuring his mask as I try to blink enough to clear it.

I know there’s nothing wrong with my eyes; it’s the lack of oxygen that’s doing this to me. When he brushes over my clit again, I let out a hoarse, gasping sob, chest heaving in a desperate attempt for oxygen.

“Come on,come on, my pretty little princess. You’re so desperate, aren’t you?” He leans in close until he can nuzzle his mask against the side of my face. “It’ll feel so good, I promise. Just let go for me. Just let go and come all over my fingers, pretty girl.”

This time I can’t even shake my head. My vision is darkening, his mask is mostly shadows in my unfocused gaze, and my body feels coiled and tense, the actions of his fingers only making it worse. My hips jerk against his hand, and I can’t seem to help myself as I continue to grind against his fingers, even when I distantly hear his soft murmurs of encouragement.

“You won’t last much longer. Come on, Noa.” His grip changes, softening very slightly and making my head spin.“Come for me, babe. Come on my fingers. Soak my glove in your cum, princess.” He seems to be working himself up as well, as his fingers thrust desperately in and out of my body until finally, I can’t help it. Eyes wide and mostly unseeing, I arch off the table, my grip loosening on his wrist as my orgasm hits me.

And that’s when he lets go.

Oxygen floods my lungs as I come, loud cries leaving my mouth like sobs as I audibly drag air into my lungs. Ravage fingers me through it, not even slowing down while my body tenses around him.

“Stop,” I pant weakly, the feeling overwhelming as I come down from my release. “S-stop. It’s too much, it’s too—” He instantly does what I ask, sitting back on his heels as he watches me from behind the mask.

“Good girl. You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He reaches up and smears his gloved fingers over my lips, forcing them between my teeth so I’m forced to taste my release on his gloves. It turns my stomach, and I really should be more grossed out.

I shouldn’t be aching from the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. It’s clearly the oxygen deprivation talking as he strokes his fingers over my tongue, wordlessly watching me. “Good girl,” he murmurs again. “Just lay there and breathe for me. I’ll give you a minute.”

Opening my eyes, I turn away from him, trying to pant out the question of what he means. But he jerks my face back up to face him, keeping his gaze on mine. “But just a minute, okay? I don’t know how much longer I can wait to feel your sweet pussy around my cock.”

6

With my headspinning and finally able to breathe without his hand on my throat, I stare up at Ravage with narrowed eyes. My hands fall to the table, gripping the edges of it as I shudder under him. His now-free hand goes to my stomach, fingers splaying against my pale skin.

“Poor little princess,” he coos. “One would think you’ve never been fucked within an inch of your life before. You act like you might not be looking forward to it.”

“I hate you.” The words are soft on my tongue, and I flinch when he lifts his other hand, only to pluck at his glove until the hand I’d cut is bare.

He hums in response, flexing his fingers as he studies the shallow cut that’s smeared blood across his skin. “I can tell. You’ve cut me twice, and I like to think I’m pretty quick on the uptake, pretty girl. I think I can change your mind, though.” He drops both hands to trail them up my thighs, causing me to shudder against the table. “At least let metryto get you to like me.” His words are soft and promising, and he shifts on my thighs to lean over me on his knees, hands braced on either side of my head. “Promise I’ll make you feel so good. Promise you’ll enjoy everything…even if it hurts.” He leans down, bending onhis elbows like he’s going to kiss me. Instead, he nuzzles at my throat, his soft murmurs of approval barely audible over my harsh breaths.

I wonder if he’s realized that he’s given me a bit more wiggle room. I stay still, not wanting him to notice, and tilt my head back as if I’m giving him better access to my neck.

Remembering the knife, I run the memory through my head, making sure I know where he dropped it. I can’t turn my head to check, but I’m relatively sure that it’s on the floor to my left. Taking a breath, I count myself down silently, terrified that this is going to go extremely poorly.

I have a bad feeling if I fuck this up, I won’t get another chance for a while.Or ever.I suck in another breath, just as he lifts his head, and bring my knees up under him to kick upward as hard as I can, nailing him in the stomach.

He yelps in surprise and pain, reeling backward, and another kick sends him crashing to the floor behind the table. I scramble off the table as well, hitting the ground on my knees hard as I drag my leggings back up over my hips. The knife glitters in the light from a window as I lunge for it, Ravage’s yells of fury spurring me forward.

Somehow, I manage to grab it and stumble to my feet, whirling on him just as he lunges in my direction. The blade between us stops him short, however, and he jerks to a stop a few inches from the tip of the blade that I hold in one shaking hand.

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