Page 47 of Sinner

I couldn’t take the sick game any longer. Turning abruptly, the glow from the x’s for eyes made a perfect target. I pitched thewater bottle, using every ounce of force possible. Smack in the eye.

He roared, his body pitching backward and against the edge of the counter. I didn’t hesitate, bolting toward the entrance. If I could get outside, my screams were likely easily heard by a couple of neighbors. They had to be. I’d never be free of him if he wasn’t arrested.

I made it all the way to the door before a hand was wrapped around my hair, jerking me back. With a gloved hand over my mouth, he held me close to his body, his heavy breathing an indication of his fury.

“That wasn’t very nice of you.” He dragged me backward into the kitchen. My struggles were useless.

He was wearing all black as before, only a pair of sweatpants and a heavy shirt. Yet the mask was the same, the glow even brighter than in the forest. I threw my arms back to try to pull it off, but he was too quick for me, jerking one arm down and the other, using one strong hold to continue holding both as well as my body against his.

At least the fucker had needed to release his grip on my mouth. “You fuck. Get out of my house.”

“I don’t think you want me to leave. I know you don’t. You’ve been hungering for me since we first met.”

“God, no. I hate you.”

“Mmm…” He nuzzled against my neck, his hot breath skittering through me like another series of bottle rockets.

Goosebumps appeared on every inch of my skin and I was keenly aware I was only wearing a light, almost see-through nightiewith no panties underneath. I felt more vulnerable than being in the woods alone.

And I was able to gather a whiff of my crazy, fucked-up desire. That meant Sinner could as well. I was mortified, fighting both tears and anger.

“You smell divine, little lamb. I’ve come for another taste of you and if you’re a very good girl, you’ll receive a nice reward.”

“Please.”

He pulled me closer to the kitchen table and I tried to think of anything I could use as a weapon. I twisted and pulled to no avail.

“Please what? Fuck you? Maybe soon.” Every time he laughed it was as if he knew he was getting the upper hand. He rolled his other hand down my arm and I shuddered, biting back a moan. The sensations tingling every muscle and nerve ending should horrify me. So why was I so aroused, my nipples hard as rocks? And why was I wet, juice trickling down both inner thighs?

They were questions I honestly didn’t want to learn the answers to. Sinner seemed to know me all too well. I gasped for air to keep from whimpering as he slid his hand from my arm to my breast. He was gentle with his actions, rolling the tip of a single finger around my taut nipple.

“Fully aroused just like you were before. You are so beautiful, Desdemona. So perfect in every way.”

“Just leave me alone.”

He squeezed my breast until I yelped. “I told you, don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not. I’m just…” I was just finding it very hard to express my feelings. They were all over the place.

“You’re just embarrassed. I get it. I am a monster. But even monsters can provide ecstasy.” He pitched me onto the kitchen table, immediately yanking my gown up. The material ripped, the sound floating in the room. I should be terrified of him and what he was about to do.

But I wasn’t.

I was enthralled, studying the mask as he brushed his fingers along my shins as he lifted both legs, bending them at the knee.

“I’ve been looking forward to this, little lamb. Have you?” Sinner spread them wide open and I turned my head to the side.

But I wasn’t telling him no. I wasn’t shouting it to the world as any sane person would. I was lying still, wet with anticipation as my nipples ached and my pussy continued throbbing. What was wrong with me?

He was tender, stroking the inside of my legs and he bent down, lifting his mask to uncover his mouth. As he blew across my skin, I arched my back, still keeping my head on the table.

“Very sensitive. I like that,” he muttered and pressed kisses against one thigh then the other.

Fight him. Scream. Do something.

I wanted to. I really did. I continued to tell myself I would be complicit in everything if I didn’t. But the ugly truth was that a part of me didn’t want to. This was like so many games I’d played, uninhibited and full of electricity, so much so I was jolted as if struck by lightning.

“So wet for me, Desdemona. So pretty in pink.” He stretched out one arm, sliding his fingers under my nightgown, flicking the tip back and forth across my hardened bud.

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