Page 8 of Sinner

“I’m many things, little lamb, most of which you’ve yet to learn.”

“I don’t plan on doing so. You disgust me.”

He held up his hand, slowly curling his fingers one by one. “Be careful, my lamb. I hold your life in my hands.”

The bastard wasn’t telling a lie.

“Please let me go.”

“I do adore it when you use the word ‘please.’ Beg for what you want from me, little lamb,” he growled.

“I want nothing from you. Not a goddamn thing but to see you rot in prison.”

“Another lie. I told you never to lie to me. I’ll always know.” He snapped his hand around my throat, pinning me to the tree. “I can almost taste your desire. Soon, I will.”

The constant throbbing in my pussy was overwhelming, driving me to a point of pleasure I didn’t understand. He pressed his groin against me, rubbing his cock back and forth. A moan slipped past my lips before I could stop it.

“My, how hungry you are. Perhaps I’ll allow you a second taste.” He wasn’t giving me a choice. I was locked into the moment, crushed against the tree, and as his lips approached mine, I became breathless.

As he captured my mouth a second time, tiny bottle rockets exploded in my system, fire and ice combining to form the perfect slice of rapture. I willed my lips to close, using my tongue to keep his from entering my mouth. But as with everything else, it was no use. I stiffened, hating him. Loathing myself.

Wishing I was stronger.

Praying I could stop enjoying the sensations tearing through me because of him. The brutal, horrible man who’d taken a life.

And perhaps had begun to give me back mine.

The rush of heat was explosive, stars dancing in front of my closed eyes as he thrust his tongue inside. He was brutal and relentless, exploring every inch. His tongue was as powerful asthe man, taking everything he wanted without ever considering asking permission.

My body continued betraying me, my back arching and my panties soaking wet. Yet tears formed in my eyes and I made a desperate attempt to break free of the spell he had me under. There was only one way.

The mask.

I tentatively placed one hand in his shoulder, willing my body to relax. He continued grinding his hips into my stomach, forcing me to bear witness to how intense his desire was. And my own.

Fuck him. Fuck this. I shifted my mind away to try to relax, making him think I was enjoying this. When I eased my arm over his shoulder, it was natural and unhurried. I snagged the edge of the mask along his ear and was about to pull when he reared back, snatching my hand away.

“Nice try, little lamb. You can lie to yourself all you want, but you crave this. You long to have a man take you, using you just like you’ve fantasized about.”

“Never. I don’t know you. You refuse to tell me who you are,” I said while scanning the area around me.

“That’s not important, at least at this time. Just know I will be watching you. Protecting you.”

“I don’t need your protection.”

“Oh, I think you do. Now, run, little Desdemona. Run before I change my mind. You like the chase, the hunt. Your blood boils with the need. So run.”

The man oozed control, so much so I was nearly suffocated by it.

His words stunned me, not because he was letting me go, but because he knew my screen name, the girl I’d invented for playing the games I cherished, one unknown by anyone outside the darkest gamers.

I shifted away from the tree while he laughed. My mind raced with possibilities of who he was.

What he was.

Yet there was no other choice. He was offering me life or death.

I chose to live.

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