Page 21 of Hollow House
For some reason, I listened. His tone didn’t promise the death I’d become so sure he intended to deliver. Instead, it dripped with desire and lust.
The knife grazed lightly against my leg, but the tip was sharp enough to cut. It was quick and small, not enough to seriously hurt me. I felt a sting in between my thighs and instinctively wanted to reach down, but he stopped my moving hand.
I felt blood drip down my leg, panic taking over. I tried to move from under him, but his weight held me in place again. All I could do was lift my head to see the small beads of blood on the tip of his knife before he placed it to the side..
“Please,” I whimpered.
“Like the rest of us,” he said, admiring his work, “you bleed.”
His fingers trailed up my thigh, rubbing blood along my leg. I could feel the sticky drips now smeared against my leg.
“That’s what connects us all,” he stated. “Everyone here bleeds the same. No matter how badly society wanted to toss us aside, we are all the same underneath.”
The words made zero sense, and I tensed as his fingers moved higher.He found my center and ran a finger along it, wet beyond my control. My body still reacted to his touch, regardless of how afraid I was of him.He dipped a finger inside me, and I let out an involuntary moan.
“Such a good fucking girl.”
Once. Twice. Three times, he pushed into me before pulling his fingers out again.
He ran them down my leg in the same path he’d followed before. He lifted them to his lips, and I could see the mix of my blood and slickness as he licked his fingers clean.
My stomach tensed in a mix of desire and fear.
The Wraith picked the knife up again, and I squirmed under him, afraid of how far he would go next. My legs slammed shut, and that earned me a deadly glare.
“Do not ever close this from me, love,” he warned. He pushed them apart again easily, and I barely fought against him.
My mind screamed at me to run, to put an end to this all, but my body craved his touch. He hadn’t hurt me. I wanted to push that limit, see how far he would take it, feel the pleasure he promised me.
“Stop,” I tried, unsure if I meant it for him or myself.
“Stop what, love?” he asked, pushing a finger back inside me.
He curled it, and I arched my back, wanting more of that feeling and pressure. He refused to touch my clit, instead continuing with teasing pushes in and out of my pussy.
I let out a huff of frustration.
“Stop this?” he asked as he pushed a second finger inside me.
“No,” I said without thinking.
“No?” he questioned and shifted to keep going.His fingers slid in and out in a rhythm I came to crave. The anticipation and absolute pleasure I felt were enough to make my head spin.
Maybe that was why I made the decision. It could be why I was allowing this insanity to continue. Or perhaps, I was just truly as twisted as him.
I shuddered both at the thought and the way his finger curled and stroked inside me.
Why did my entire core tense watching him take me in such a primal way?
“Wraith,” I pleaded and warned all at once.
My own words were confused, partly begging him to keep going and partially terrified of what would happen if he did. He placed the knife to the side and climbed further over me.
“I’m going to teach you what happens to those who run from me,” he growled.
His head dipped and kissed at my neck as I tilted my chin away. Strong hands positioned themselves next to my head, and I felt caged in, like an animal backed into a corner.
He told me to run. I was only following his orders…
