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A bit of adrenaline is the best thrill you can get, especially when someone as beautiful as my Fauna is causing it.
‘Exactly,’I nod, my shoulders relaxed.
Her mouth opens and then closes a few times.‘You really are psycho,’Fauna whispers, seeming more like it was to herself, but I hear it nonetheless.
My grin is back as I speak.‘Aye, baby, I am. Now be a good girl and open those pretty lips.’
She weighs my words again, and something shifts inside her. I see it in the way her eyes twinkle, almost as if she’s silently challenging me, but the pink in her cheeks gives away her more deprived thoughts.
When her plump lips open and her head tips back, I move towards her until our chests are brushing. Then I tip the canister back to take a mouthful of the water as I wrap my wrist around her tiny neck. Her gasp sounds a lot like the beginning of a moan and before she can decide otherwise I tip my head forwards spitting the water between her parted lips.
Our lips brush, sending a spark between us, and I squeeze her throat a little harder as I force myself not to go any further. I hold us here for a second, my hand wrapped around her throat and my lips grazing her own.
Then I step back and release her.
I want to go further. We could do so much more, but I can’t. I don’t know how she will react. At the moment all I’ve seen is mixed signals.
She’s clearly nervous, but the subtle challenges she shows in the way she talks back, and how instead of leaving when she could have last night she stayed and drank with me makes me think she’s not nervous in a bad way.
My mischievous little deer may be confused, but she’s also curious, and that curiosity is outweighing anything that’s telling her to leave.
Chapter Fifteen
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Fauna
My body is on fire, every part of me on alert and itching for something more. I’ve felt this way ever since I saw him on his knees beneath me wearing that fucking skull mask and its only grown worse since then.
Now? Feeling the lingering strength of his hand around my throat, the hint of his lips on my own…
Now I’m ready to explode.
I’m fucked up, there’s no question about it. It’s the only explanation.
How can a situation be so wrong but feel so incredibly right. So good that I’m ready for it to consume me.
We all live for the moment, not knowing when it will be our last so fuck it why not keep on going.
I may be messed up but at least I’m enjoying myself.
‘That was hot and all, but I still preferred it when you were on your knees.’I say looking directly at Ruaridh, then to add fuelto the fire I lean in whispering,‘you know looking like my good little bitch.’
The look he gives me is feral, sending my skin tingling in anticipation.
Come on, play with me, something inside my mind whispers sounding a lot like a plea.
Ruaridh leans forward, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, his breath fanning across my neck as he speaks.‘And you looked so fucking beautiful on yours, baby. But I’m afraid to point out the obvious little deer, but we need a bath.’
In an instant, my body cools, all that insatiable heat extinguished.
It feels like he just dumped a bucket of cold water over my head.
Ruaridh’s words burn no matter how hard I’m trying not to let them hit me. They do and it hurts.
I look away as I feel my eyes begin to sting.
Fuck men. Dick heads the lot of them.
