Page 29 of Wrong Turn

“Well now I don’t want to leave,” he whines.

“You can stay if you eat my pussy and draw me a hot bubble bath, but then you still have to go bury Summer…and it’s getting dark. The smell of her blood will attract animals you probably don’t want to deal with.” I see him warring with himself. I can’t deny I love having him so obsessed with me, the urge to devour me battling with his need to protect me is panty dropping, but as he grabs the shovel I’ve been holding onto this whole time, I know which side has won.

“I’ll be back soon, little psycho.” He pecks me on the cheek then heads off in the direction I just came from. Cyrus is so confident in his tracking skills, he doesn’t even ask me where I buried Summer. He’s in for a real surprise when he realizes I only dug half of her grave. If he doesn’t want the animals to dig her up, he’s going to have to do it properly. Which means I’m going to have a nice chunk of alone time to soak my sore body.

28

MIND GAMES

CYRUS

It’s barely light out when my eyes crack open. After the night Amber and I had, I just knew I was going to sleep like the dead. But shit, I can't even remember the last time I slept this well…and I’d still be asleep if it wasn't for the damn birds chirping right outside of the window at the ass crack of dawn. It's one of the only downfalls to living in the middle of nowhere, you wake up when nature wakes up. However, the upside to the seclusion being that you can kill four people over the course of a long weekend, and not a single soul can hear you doing so.

I go to wipe the sleep from my eyes only to find out I can’t move. Panic grips me and I look around, noticing my arms and legs are tied to the bed posts. What the fuck?

Every thought leaves my brain as Amber walks out of the ensuite bathroom, wearing nothing but one of my t-shirts and a mischievous smirk.

“Is there a reason you have me tied to the bed?”

“Well…I planned on waking you up in this one particular way, but I wanted to freshen up a bit first.”

My dick twitches beneath the blanket, and my gaze hardens, “Get over here and show me then.”

Amber slowly slides the shirt over her head, teasing me with the sight of her completely bare and out of reach. My mouth waters, wanting to taste every inch of her again. She holds the shirt in her hand, trouble gleaming in her eyes. “How about you just feel what I’m doing to you?”

“What?” I manage to say before she tosses the shirt onto my face, obstructing my view completely. I shake my head back and forth, but the damn thing doesn’t fall free.

“Amber…” I growl. The bed dips, blanket dragging down my body, and before I can object further, Amber’s tongue makes my brain go to mush.

She takes my cock in her hand, licking from the base all the way to the tip before sliding all of me into her mouth. I lift my hips off the bed, trying my damnedest to force her to take me deeper, but she’s in full control this time. Her throat tightens around me like she is about to gag, but she doesn't stop.

“Fuck. My little psycho’s being such a good slut for me,” I groan, panting beneath the now moist cotton.

Jesus, when I die, I want to die in the warmth of her mouth or her pussy, whichever she decides to bless me with.

I surrender, letting her take charge. The rhythm she’s found bleeds all the dominance out of my body. The only thing I can focus on is trying to last longer because I don't want this to end yet. However, that thought is just a mere illusion as my toes start to curl.

I’m a fucking goner.

Bang, bang, bang.

Three loud knocks on the front door pucker my asshole with anxiety. What the fuck? Who would be pounding on the door like that, and this early in the morning?

“Open up, police!”

There’s no way.

“We know you’re in there,” an authoritative voice bellows. “We’ve got the place surrounded. Come out with your hands in the air.”

My heart rate is steadily rising, and I can’t catch my breath. This shirt on my face becomes suffocating, the blood thundering in my ears peaking my panic. If Amber and I don’t get the fuck out of here, we’re surely going to be facing the death penalty.

“Amber! Get this shirt off of my face and untie me. NOW! We have to go.”

Ignoring me, Amber takes me even deeper, making it her own personal challenge to get me to cum before we get arrested. It’s as if she has all the time in the universe to suck my soul out through my cock.

“Amber, I said we have to fucking go.” I pull on the ropes but all that does is cause the fibres to dig into my limbs, cinching the knots tighter. “This isn’t a game. We are going to get caught.”

Amber pauses, letting out a scoff.

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