Page 110 of Can You Take It?

I tense as Richard’s mouth comes down hard on my pussy. The pain radiates through my body, and at the same time, he digs the knife deeper into my neck, drawing out blood. Fuck, I didn’t expect him to escalate this quickly. Maybe I underestimated how far he’s willing to go.

“Richard, I—” I begin, but he cuts me off with a look that freezes the words in my throat.

“Answer the damn question,” he demands.

I bite my lip, suppressing the urge to scream. The pain in my pussy and the throbbing in my neck collide. I gather my thoughts, scrambling for answers before he inflicts more pain.

“What do you want to hear?”

The sarcasm probably pisses him off because the next thing I know, he bites the skin above my pussy, and I can feel the sharp sting. His tongue follows, leaving a mark that I know will linger as a painful reminder.

“The truth,” he demands.

“Oh, sure. Let’s have a heart-to-heart about my deepest, darkest secrets,” I retort.

Without warning, he shoves two fingers deep inside me. He curls them in just the right way, hitting a spot that has me biting my lip to stifle a moan. His mouth doesn’t stay idle either; he continues to torment me with his tongue, and a moan breaks free.

Richard increases the pressure on my clit with his mouth, and I can feel the orgasm building, rising like a storm. He’s pushing me close to the edge, and just as I’m about to tip over, he pulls back. The frustration wells up inside me, but I bite my lip.

“What is your name? Yourrealname,” he interrogates.

“I told you, it’s Izel.”

Richard rubs two fingers along my slit in a silent reminder of how good he can make me feel if I just open my mouth. He leans in again, idly tracing his fingers along my pussy but avoiding direct contact.

“Ever had plastic surgery?”

“No.”

Richard thrusts three of his fingers back into me, and I involuntarily gasp.

“Do you know where Luna is?” he inquires.

I remain silent, and he leans down, closing his mouth around my clit. Another moan escapes as pleasure takes over. But just as things heat up, and he’s about to pull his fingers and mouth away...

“Yeah,” I moan, and thankfully he keeps those fingers working their magic. His mouth leaves my clit, but those fingers of his keep driving me wild.

“Where is she?” He grills, his fingers now working my G-spot. At the same time, the knife on my neck adds more pressure, and blood starts to trickle down between my breasts.

“Is Luna covering for you?”

Finally, I meet his gaze, and the hurt in his eyes is real. I hate letting him down, so against my better judgment, I admit, “Yes.”

With an orgasm building, I tip my head back, surrendering to the intoxicating blend of pleasure and guilt that consumes me.

My world spirals into a hellish nightmare as Richard drops the knife, and his hands wrap around my throat, pressing so hard it feels like my skin might split. Pain shoots through me, and I gasp, trying to tell him he’s hurting me.

“Why is she doing that? Are you threatening her family?” he barks, his eyes dark with a dangerous intensity.

I struggle to get free, my voice strained as I manage to wheeze out, “You’re hurting me.”

“You didn’t think twice before hurting all those people, did you?” he shouts. I try to shake my head, to explain, but he squeezes harder, cutting off my air. I can feel the blood seeping into his fingers from the knife wound on my neck.

“You killed everyone around you! Even Cassie, your damn roommate!” His words hit me like a punch to the gut. “How many lives did you ruin, Izel? How many people did you hurt without a second thought just because they had what you didn’t?”

His grip tightens, and I feel the wound sting as more blood trickles down from between his fingers. My vision swims, and I can barely focus on his face.

I don’t try to speak anymore. What’s the point? He’s already made up his mind. My silence seems to only infuriate him more, and he shakes me again, demanding some kind of reaction.

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