Page 58 of Boys Who Taint

“Will I survive?”

His knife forces my chin up, and I stare into the light. “You will do everything I tell you to, no-holds-barred. No rules, no safe words. I want every inch of your skin, every lick of your tongue, and every flicker of your fucking soul. Do you understand?”

I blink into the light.

Once.

Twice.

“Yes.”

He smiles against my skin. “Good girl.”

My skin is set alight from the promises whispered through those devilish lips.

“Now say a prayer because I’m about to fuck you like your life on this earth has ended, and you’re going to beg me to do it.”

His hand slides across my chest and down where he pushes up the fabric with splayed fingers, leaving goose bumps in his wake. He slips his fingers underneath my bra.

SLICE!

With ease, he pushes the knife that was under my chin into the fabric and cuts away my bra.

As it falls to the floor, my breasts spill out, and he rips up my shirt to expose me, touching me, twisting my nipples as though he enjoys the feel of me in his hands.

“Damn, so fucking perky.”

He pushes the balaclava beneath his mask down just a little, and I’m almost tempted to look, but then I remember his words.

Look, and I’ll end it all.

Suddenly, his lips land on my neck, and I whimper as he bites me. “What the f—”

“Your blood tastes like fire… the sweet fucking inferno of hell I want to die in.”

“You’re insane,” I say.

A low, rumbling laugh erupts that almost sounds familiar.

“It’s insane, what I’m willing to do to have a taste of you.”

He twists my nipples until I let out a yelp.

“That’s it, little slut, let me hear you. Let me hear all the fucked-up desire you kept hidden from me.”

“I don’t fucking know you!” I say.

“Yes, you do. You think you don’t, but I will teach you everything there is to know about me.” His tongue dips out to draw a line from my clavicles to my earlobe. “And when I’m done having my way with you, you’ll be hungering for the next time I come to claim you.”

With the knife still in his hand, he grips my breast while his other hand dives down my body. He rips the button apart, shoving down my pants in one go as he begins to invade me.

“I’m in your twisted little mind,” he whispers, slipping into my panties. “In your seedy dreams”—I gasp as his fingers find my most sensitive spot and begin to circle it—“ and your fucking nightmares.” With a groan, he slides two fingers inside me. “I’m the mercy you’ve been begging for.”

I whimper. I actually fucking whimper.

“So let me give it to you.”

He finger fucks me and twists my nipple until I’m biting my lip to keep the squeal from leaving my mouth. His fingers are invasive and over-the-top domineering as he thrusts inside with no remorse.

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