Page 26 of Kortlek

Cove removes his tie, then ties it around my neck. He tightens it, wrapping the hem around his palm. He pulls a couple of times to test it, then grins widely. I’ve never seen him smile like that. It’s almost scary how possessed he looks.

“You have no idea how good you look like this, little bunny.’’ He lowers his voice, the husky tone causing my body to shudder. “So fucking perfect. On your knees with my cock down your throat, just where you belong.’’

He doesn’t give me a warning and pushes his hips forward. His hands come to thread in my braided hair, his fingers digging in it. He pushes my head all the way toward his crotch, and I gag at the sudden intrusion.

Soon enough, I relax my throat and start sucking. His hold on my hair intensifies, almost as if it’s the only thing keeping him grounded at the moment. My eyes water at the intensity, my tongue pressing at the base of his cock.

Cove groans loudly, his head falling back. He’s struggling to remain calm, and as I look up at him, my cheeks are stained with tears, blood, and mascara. He glances back down at me, and something snaps inside of him. He’s no longer holding himself back.

He starts to violently thrust in my mouth, using it as if it were my pussy. My eyes close momentarily, but I’m met with a stinging sensation on my cheek. Instantly, my eyes shoot open, and I see him suppressing a smirk.

“Eyes on me while my cock is in your mouth.’’

I moan, and he uses the opportunity to thrust in deeper, hitting the back of my throat. A gag from me provokes an animalistic-sounding growl to rumble from the depths of his chest, his forehead dripping with a little sweat, rolling down his cheeks.

My mouth moves in sync with him, the pace at which he’s fucking my mouth causing my mind to go black. All I can focus on is the feel of him deep inside my throat, his hands that continue to hold my hair tightly at the scalp, and the restricting tie around my neck.

“Fucking hell, bunny,’’ he groans. “You’re such a perfect little slut, aren’t you?”

I swallow around him and feel his cock twitch. He grunts in response, his balls slapping my chin as he continues to brutally move. The hand that has the tie wrapped around it moves from my hair, and he tugs on it harshly.

My eyes water, my gagging filling the otherwise silent forest. His breathing becomes heavier, his eyes wide, pupils dilated as he stares at me. A wide smile is on his lips, his white shirt coated in blood.

This is so fucked up.

I’m letting him use my mouth like I’m a whore, in the middle of a forest while being completely drenched in blood. And that’s what gets him off. Whenever his eyes focus on a specific part of my face that has blood stains, his cock twitches in my mouth.

“I’m going to fill your pretty mouth with my cum, and you’re going to be a good slut and swallow it all, yeah?”

I manage a weak nod. That’s all he needs. He picks up the pace, tugging on the tie occasionally to restrict my airflow. He’s panting as his release nears, and I’m just as eager. My throat is sore, but I need this. I want to feel his hot cum on my tongue, to taste and swallow all of him, everything he has to offer.

A whimper slips from me, and that’s all he needs. One of his hands pushes my head onto him, my nose hitting his crotch and the other one pulling the tie around my neck. I struggle to breathe, my vision blurry as I feel the warm liquid in my mouth.

He paints my mouth, half of it going directly down my throat. A loud groan comes from Cove, holding me in place as he finishes.

I swallow every single fucking drop.

He pulls out and removes the tie. I slump down, breathing heavily, trying to catch my breath. He’s in no better state, either. He’s disheveled, the shirt snapping in a few places, making his skin visible to me.

He tucks himself back in and gets down on his knees in front of me.

“Are you alright?”

I manage a weak nod. “Yeah.’’

He opens his mouth to speak but then slams it shut. His eyes look behind me, brows narrowing. I turn my head around, following his line of sight.

A man is there. His back is turned to us, but given the attire and the matching mask, albeit the design drawn in a different color, he’s a hunter too. He stands above a dead body, shaking it with his foot. His hair is longer, reaching just below his shoulders. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to his elbows, the ink on his flesh coming to light.

It dawns on me. Mom mentioned someone else would be joining Kortlek's game, and I didn’t press further. At the time, I was so pissed because they picked someone over me that it didn’t occur to me to ask who the man was.

“Who’s that?”

I turn back to look at Cove, his eyes lingering on the man. His jaw is clenched a little, and I can sense hostility on his part. That’s not a difficult thing to have, given that he truly doesn’t trust many people and sees everyone as an enemy.

“That’s Micah Caine, the serial killer known as The Terror of the Night.’’

CHAPTER TWELVE

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