Page 42 of Property of Necro
“Tell me why I shouldn’t fuckin’ kill you?” he rumbles like chewed-up gravel, the muscles in his neck taut like thick ropes.
A shiver passes through me as I meet his thunderous gaze. I say nothing. If he expects me to beg. I won’t. If he wants me to explain why I should live. Not a chance.
He can decide that himself.
He can shove an entire goat up his ass if he thinks I’m going to give him the satisfaction of any answer.
The hand around my throat tightens, and I remain still. Coffin’s face grows closer until I can feel the hot puff of his breath across my skin, smelling of blood and mint.
He nips my cheek with his teeth, and it stings,fuckdoes it sting, but I don’t let it show.
Smiling like he’s convinced he’s gonna get a rise outta me one way or another, Coffin forces my head back and bites my chin hard.
My stomach quivers as pain erupts. A slight whine eeks out of my throat, but I swallow it down before I make too much noise.
A cruel smile spreads across his scary face as Coffin drops my wrist and arches a brow, testing to see if I’ll fight him.
I don’t.
I wait to see what he’ll do next.
There’s no way I can run down here when the entire floor is a mystery ofmazes.
There’s no way to fight when he’s bigger and far stronger.
A look of surprise washes over his face. It lasts a second and is gone the next. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear I imagined it.
Dragging me over to the hallway wall just outside my bedroom door, Coffin forces my head against the jagged rock, a hand still around my throat. Pushing my legs apart, he settles between them on one knee and reaches behind his back. He produces a knife, similar but not the same as the one he used to cut off Worm’s fingers.
He presses it to my inner thigh, inches from my bare pussy.
I gasp as the sharp tip pierces my skin, and his eyes roll back in his head in pleasure.
He presses in further, and it burns.Fuck. It burns.
Biting my bottom lip to keep from screaming, tears I can’t hold back drip down my face. My gut tightens, but I remain still. I take it. I can take it. I willendure.
Coffin extracts the blade from my flesh, and warm blood rushes from the wound, pooling on the dirty ground beneath me. He drags the tip up, up, up until he caresses the edge of my labia. Teasing it there, he baits himself or me, I’m not sure which, before he glides it up to my small thatch of red pubic hair and stops.
A low rumble emanates in his throat, and the muscles in his jaw clench as he pricks my skin, presses in a little, and curls downward. A ripple of something wicked passes through his body as blood rushes to the surface. I slam my eyes closed, and pain erupts, burning, stinging, throbbing. I chew the inside of my cheek and breathe. Air saws in andout of my lungs as I take the pain, wrap it up in a bow, and own it before it owns me. I’ve done this before. Maybe not with a knife, but I’ve been through worse. I’m not dead yet. It's just blood. It’s just another scar to add to the rest.
Coffin removes his toy from my flesh, and when I open my eyes again, he’s there, watching me. His lip is cracked from his fight with Rot. One of his cheekbones is swollen. A bruise has already started to form under his other eye.
He reaches down to undo his button and zipper, his stern gaze still latched on mine. I can feel it. A tether, reaching, reaching, reaching out as my heart hammers in my chest and the pain dulls to a warm throb.
He forces my head back, jamming it against the sharp wall. Leaning forward, his breath wafts across my lips. Something odd, something… new… unfurls in my belly as Coffin pulls out his cock and strokes himself.
“You’re a fuckin’ whore,” he breathes, fucking his fist with one hand as he squeezes my throat with the other. “You deserve to die.” A feral groan of pleasure leaks out of his throat. “Fuck.”
Knowing this could be the worst choice I’ve ever made in my life, I reach out and take his cock in hand. His falls away, and his forehead drops to mine as a broken moan pours from his soul. Silky precum paints my palm as I take my time jacking him off. He feels good. Hot. Big. The perfect size.
Gliding me from the wall to the floor, Coffin releases my throat, settles between my thighs, shoves my shirt up to my ribs, and stares down at me. He traces a fingertip across the fresh cut above my pussy. His upper lip curls back as he groans, staring at the seeping cut.
“You don’t deserve it, but I’m gonna fuck you now.” His body covers mine. The heat of his bare chest soaks through my t-shirt, taking away the chill in the air as he wraps my legs around his waist and slams into my core.
Chapter
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