Page 26 of A Dark Infinity

But even as fear grips me like a vice, a stubborn spark of defiance flickers within me, refusing to be extinguished. “You’ll not break me,” I vow silently. The words don’t bring me the same comfort it has before, but it’s all I have for now.

As his footsteps approaches, I gulp, inwardly cursing myself for not picking up a knife or some kind of weapon from the kitchen. I’m so fucking stupid, and my stupidity has left me completely at his mercy.

“I’m proud of you, Little Bird.” Even though his words are muttered, I have no trouble hearing him. He’s closer than I thought. “I’m proud of you. You never looked at my face once. Did you know that according to Greek myth, some of the greatest heroes suffered because they couldn’t resist looking?”

There’s a seductive undertone to his words, one that makes my nipples pebble.

“I know you’re in here,” he goes on. “Keeping quiet won’t save you, Little Bird. You’re trapped.”

He’s right, and I hate him a little more for it.

Deciding that I won’t just sit and wait like a sacrifice, I crawl around the table that’s blocking me. I can see his feet, they’re as bare as mine. And his toned legs aren’t covered by pants. Unbidden, my gaze travels further up his body, my breath hitching when I realize he’s still naked. The only difference from when I left him in the bedroom is that fucking mask now covering his face.

Knowing that this is my last stance, I crawl closer to the wall, intending to use that to guide me to the door. As I place my hand in front of me, something pierces the skin. “Fuck!” I scream, startled at the sudden pain.

Ethan growls, and before I can realize my mistake, he grabs me by the hair and throws me onto my back, and straddles me. His cock swells and grows on my stomach, making me pant. “Gotcha.” I buck and thrash, but it’s futile. He isn’t budging, and while I try to fight him, he rips the shirt and borrowed underwear from my body before leaning forward to secure my arms above my head. “You’re mine now, Little Bird.”

The whimper escaping me isn’t because he’s holding me, it’s caused by the pain in my hand. “It hurts,.” When he softens his hold on my wrists, it becomes clear he thinks he was hurting me. “Not that. My palm,” I hiss, needing to clarify.

Releasing my hands, he lifts one closer to him, inspecting it. “You’re bleeding,” he states. To my horror, I feel his cock harden more and twitch as we both look at my hand. “This is the second time I find you bleeding.”

Just like he did back in that dirty alley, he licks my blood up. His tongue dances across my palm, not wasting a single drop. It’s so fucking wrong and… and… hot. My core clenches and I let out an embarrassing moan.

“Why are you licking my blood?” I ask, trying to sound aghast, but the chuckle rumbling in his chest tells me I’m not fooling him. “It’s disgusting.”

Tilting his head to the side, he looks at me through the slits in his mask. “It’s part of you,” he says as though that explains everything. “Now you’re a part of me, Little Bird.” The dark promise in his tone makes me wetter.

“You caught me,” I whisper. “Are you going to hurt me?” I don’t hate the thought of that happening. In fact, it intrigues me and turns me on even more.

He bends down, claiming my lips in a bruising kiss that makes my toes curl. When his tongue seeks entrance to my mouth, I eagerly part my lips for him. The kiss is scorching, and I feel like I might just catch on fire.

“Are you going to fight me?” he asks as he kisses his way down my neck,

I can’t answer that question, it’s too open-ended. Right now, I don’t want to fight him. I want him to fuck me, hard. “Not right now,” I moan when he shifts so the head of his cock grazes my swollen, wet lips.

With a groan, he slams his hips against mine, sheathing himself completely inside me. My inner walls burn with the stretch needed to make room for him. “Oh, God,” I pant.

“There is no God here, Little Bird,” he groans. “Fuck, your cunt is squeezing me so tight. Open up for me.”

He thrust into me with a wild abandon, groaning like a fucking animal. “More,” I pant. Much to my dismay, he pulls out of me. “No… what are you—” My protest is caught off as he roughly flips me to my front.

“Shut up,” he growls. His long, tattooed fingers tangle in my hair and he pulls at the strands until I whimper in pain. “Ass up in the air.”

I scramble to do as he says, getting on all fours for him. Swaying my back, I wiggle my ass in front of him. “Fuck me,” I moan. “Please.”

Taking his time, he runs the head of his cock through my soaked folds, not giving me what I want. I’m just above to beg as he moves one hand to my throat, squeezing until I have trouble breathing and dizziness sets in.

“Et…”

As though me almost saying his name spurs him on, he lets go of my hair and grips my hip in a bruising hold. “You’re mine,” he grinds out as he slams into me again. “Say my fucking name, Little Bird.”

“Take off your mask.” My words are more like a wheeze, which turns into a cough, as he still restricts my air. He chuckles, but I feel his arm move just before there’s a thud. Out of my peripheral vision, I see the mask lying on the floor.

“Your turn,” he rasps, easing his grip on my throat.

Knowing he did what I asked makes pride swell in my chest, and my pussy squeeze him. It’s like a natural high to know this monster is obeying me. Not completely, but enough to make me feel like I have more power than I realized.

“Make me come, Ethan,” I moan as he slams into me again. “Make me cream all over your hard cock.”

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