Page 18 of The Catalyst

Maybe it was the fog of anger or my attention being on his face, but I suddenly realize his body is wedge between my thighs and his crotch is pressing against my panty-covered cunt, my skirt sticking to his grease soaked jeans. And…holy shit. He's hard and feels really big. I guess my original assumption was correct. A man his size packs a lot of heat, enough to break a woman my size.

He snaps his teeth back at me, a growl rumbling from his chest, and the action has his cock rubbing against me.

"You have a lot of sass for someone so stupid. Do you have any clue who the fuck I am or what I could do to you…or are you just a whore looking to get fucked?" His final words stun me.

My imagination could come up with a million different ways he could kill me and I'm fully aware of who he is, but that last one is what has me shocked. What makes him think I would want him?

I do, no matter how unsettling that is. It's not my fault. I didn't ask to meet the devil with the face of an angel.

A deep growl rumbles from his chest as he moves in closer to me, pressing his hips harder against mine. "You're soaking through my pants, princess."

Oh, shit.

Fuck me.

Goddamn it.

I can't decide which curse to settle on because that was supposed to be the secret I would take to my grave. He wasn't supposed to know how attracted I am to him.

However, I have a knack for letting my pride run not only my mouth but my actions as well.

"Fuck you. I'm not a fucking whore."

"Say what you want but your cunt hasn't gotten the message," he grunts before grinding against me and a loud moan escapes me, earning an evil grin from him. "You don't fucking belong in this neighborhood, princess."

"Stop calling me princess. I'm not a fucking princess." However, I am grateful for the subject change.

He chuckles. "You sure dress like one. You and every other entitled rich bitch aren't welcome in this neighborhood. When I tell you to leave, you fucking leave and don't come back. All girls like you are good for is a quick fuck."

Wait. Does he think I'm one of those hoity toity types that Judy and I talked about? If he's come to this conclusion because of what I've been wearing every time we've interacted, that would only be because my mother bought me a whole new wardrobe before we moved here. She threw away my old clothes like my jeans covered in holes or stained tees. I mean, my new clothes are really nice, but I didn't think they were up to that standard.

I throw my head back and laugh like a fucking maniac before I shake my head at him. "We live in the same neighborhood, dumbass. Also, if you're going to say I'm only good for a quick fuck, you should make sure Nigel is aware. He hasn't gotten the memo no matter how many times I've forwarded it to his inbox."

His eyes narrow. It looks like I've pissed off the beast. I wonder what part of that statement did it. "He's not going to get it until you're dead. Unless you want to hasten the process, I suggest you leave and stay out of my way."

I scowl up at him before whispering, "Not going to happen. I don't respond well to threats. Get off me or I'll claw your eyeballs from their sockets."

Then, his lips pull up into a devious smirk. "What a coincidence. Neither. Do. I."

He glares right back at me and when it becomes clear neither of us are going to back down, he pulls me to my feet by my hands still in his iron grip. I try to wrench out of his hold, but it's for nil. Instead of doing something I would expect, he forces me down hard on my knees in front of him, holding my wrists hostage in one of his massive hands behind my head. I try to fight the hold, but then he starts to lower his zipper only a foot from my face and my eyes gowide.

What the fuck is he doing?

"This is going to go one of two ways. Either I'll make you bleed from all three holes or I slit your throat right here. The choice is yours. I have zero qualms with killing you, Not-A-Fucking-Princess."

I…actually believe that. I believe he would kill me with no remorse at all and sleep like a baby while my blood still wets the ground. Contrary to my actions, I don't want to die, but what the fuck does he mean by "bleed from all three holes"? Is that supposed to be something I should understand?

Then, he whips out his massive cock and…I instantly get it. His dick puts the ones in anime porn to shame and that is not intended as a compliment. I can't even say he should work in porn with the size of his male appendage. He would kill more women than he pleased if that was his chosen field of work.

I've never seen a cock so big in my life. Granted, I've only had sex with three guys, one of which I can't remember at all, but I've seen a lot of them. I've seen small dicks and big dicks, but this is a new one for the record books.

"Make your choice," he demands, stroking his hand up and down his shaft.

It's official. My pussy is broken. There is no way that a new flood of wetness just soaked my panties at the thought of that monster cock making me bleed from all three holes. I fucking hate pain, but for some reason, I like it when he causes it.

I swear, I'm going to kill this man one day.

"Well?" he presses, a growl on the tip of his tongue. Then, the bastard tightens his grip on his cock and the fucker slaps me hard across the cheek with it with enough force that it should've damaged the massive appendage.

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