Page 9 of A Smile Full of Lies
How would you want to be caught?
A hot shiver rolled down my spine. My thighs pressed together, but it didn’t stop the ache blooming low and deep inside me. My hands trembled as I typed my response, tension burning beneath my skin.
GraveyardGirl93
I want to be pinned down and overpowered. Caught in the dark with his breath in my ear, his hands tight on my wrists, and his teeth on my throat. I can almost feel his body pressing me into the ground while I struggle, even though we both know I don’t really want to get away.
My chest heaved. My fingers hovered over the keys, shaking as adrenaline flooded my system.
StrayDog777
And then?
GraveyardGirl93
He’d make me beg, drag it out until I’m a mindless wreck. I want him to use his strength to hold me down and force me to take it — every inch of him — until I’m broken and begging for more.
My thighs clenched. My breath hitched.
StrayDog777
Who is he? Someone you know? Or a stranger?
My heart slammed against my ribs. My fingers curled against the keys, and I chewed on my bottom lip as I replied.
GraveyardGirl93
I don’t know… but I think he has blue eyes.
I stared at the screen for what felt like forever, stunned by the admission I’d just made. Heat suffused my chest, then crawled up my neck and flamed in my cheeks. I slammed the laptop shut, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
Knox’s eyes flashed through my mind — that perfect, piercing blue that never stopped seeing me, even when I wished he would. My mouth went dry.
I shouldn’t want him like this.
What the hell was wrong with me? I knew it was fucked up, but I couldn’t stop craving it.
I didn’t know what scared me more, the thought of being caught, or the part of me that wanted to be.
Chapter
Four
OCTOBER 11, 2:45 AM
KNOX
The soft glowfrom my home office monitors reflected across the dark glass of the window to my right. Suddenly, a familiar username lit up in my system logs — GraveyardGirl93.
I narrowed my eyes, frowning at the screen.
Ros.
I leaned forward, every nerve in my body going still.
She was awake. Typing.
It was going on 3:00 a.m. She should’ve been asleep hours ago. She didn’t log into this particular forum very often, and she’d never posted under her burner account. Not until now.
