Page 28 of Dark Desire
“Because I’ll give you something in return,” I whispered through panicked breaths. Was I about to offer myself on a plate to a killer in exchange for three more days of survival? You’re damn right I was. It benefited us both in more ways than one.
“And what’s that?”
I shamelessly pressed my body against the heat and hardness of his. Woah, he was so fuckinghard. I moaned a little when I felt the length of his erection digging into my stomach.
“Me. For three nights. However you want me.”
His emerald eyes shifted between mine for a full five seconds before he suddenly climbed off me and laughed with malice. I hated how the cold air swept over my skin, causing it to pebble because it missed his warmth.
“I already have you right where I want you,” he murmured, before walking back over to the armchair and sitting back down. Spreading his thighs, his hands worked his jeans open and my gaze tracked his every movement, anticipation and need growing furiously between my legs. He lifted his hoodie halfway up his torso, showing me a glimpse of impressive abs and a deep V into his jeans, and I chewed at my lip when his hard cock smacked against his stomach. Fuck, he looked even bigger from this angle.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, grabbing his cock at the base. “You want to spend the next three nights riding this cock before I rip out your heart?”
“If the alternative is that you rip out my heart right now, then yes,” I answered with sass.
His shoulders shook a little as he chuckled and then groaned, “That fucking mouth.”
He started to glide his hand up and down the length of his dick at a leisurely pace and I licked my lips because my mouth was watering at the sight. My body started squirming as I watched him increase his speed. His breathing became laboured and hissexy groans from behind the mask were muffled. He pumped his cock fast, then slow, changing it up as if he was edging himself as well as me. My legs twisted and rubbed together as my hands tugged at the handcuffs. My pussy was throbbing, and the fact that I couldn’t do a thing about it was driving me crazy.
“You like watching me, witch?” he panted, stilling his hand and then lifting his hips to pump his cock into his fist with violent thrusts. “You like imagining I’m fucking your tight cunt instead of my hand?”
Oh, Gods, have mercy.“Yes,” I moaned, my eyes glued on him. It wasn’t hard to picture myself straddling his waist and riding that cock until I flew up to heaven. “Please.”
“Please, what?” he growled, stopping his thrusts to let his hand continue.
“Please touch me. Or let me touch myself. I need it,” I begged, my breathing becoming erratic as he glared at me with those eyes. Eyes that hadn’t once left my face as he pleasured himself. They made my temperature rise and I was losing control to the unbearable pulse between my thighs.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered and I whimpered, half out of pure ecstasy and half out of frustration. Doing what he said because he was the only one who could end this torture, I opened my legs, giving him a full view of my soaking pussy.
That growl echoed around the room once more and I slammed my legs closed to find the friction I needed as I moaned.
“Open your fucking legs, witch. And keep them open. You close them one more time and you won’t be coming tonight.”
Oh fuck. What a fucking dominant prick.Of course, exactly my type.I spread my legs on the mattress and whimpered when the cold air caressed my tingling clit, leaving it feeling even more needy than before.
“Look at that desperate pussy,” he groaned, his eyes hungry. “So fucking wet for me.”
I moaned, throwing my head back into the pillow and squeezing my eyes shut.
“Don’t you dare look away from me, witch. You’re going to watch how fucking hard you’re making me.”
My eyes opened obediently, and the sight of him pumping his huge cock in his hand nearly sent me over the edge.
“Are you going to come, witch? Without even being touched?”
I wasn’t sure how it was possible, but I just might, yes.
“Fuck’s sake. Please,” I begged, past the point of caring how pathetic I sounded. I just needed him to touch me. I just needed the pleasure.
“What do you want? My fingers? My tongue? Or this cock.”
Honestly, I wasn’t fussy. Anything right now would be dandy.
“Your cock!”
“Hmm, you’re not ready for that yet.”
I whimpered. “Fingers then!”
