Page 39 of Terror Tuesday
“Relax,” I whisper, but it’s more like a velvety threat. “If I wanted to hurt you, you’d already be bleeding. Instead, I’m gonna do something far worse.” I slip the blade down, trace the generous curve of her waist, then underneath the fabric of her skirt, and up between her trembling thighs. Using the plastic hilt, I rub at the apex of her heat, pressing possessively against her pussy over her panties. “I’m gonna make you admit that you want me as much as I want you.”
A strangled sob escapes her lips as she arches instinctively into my touch, hips betraying her instantly. “I don’t?”
With a chuckle, I ask my own question. “Lying again?” I tease darkly, rubbing torturously as she trembles. “You’re practically begging for me right here, aren’t you?”
She moans a defeated sound, head falling back against the tree, exposing her throat fully—trusting me, surrendering. I reward her bravery by sliding my fingers along her soakedpanties, circling without penetrating. Her body jerks toward mine in helpless need.
“You want more?” I ask as I scoop my full length against her. My voice turns tender, dangerously soothing. “Then say it. Beg me properly. Tell me that you trust me enough to break through to you. Therealyou. That I’m the only one twisted enough to make you whole again.”
Another gasp escapes her plush lips, and her eyes focus on my mask. Like she’s startled that someone understands. She shakes her head. But she’s crying now, while her core presses hard on my upper thigh, almost writhing on me and taking the knife deeper. I know what her body’s saying, even if her mouth lies.
“I’m not… I’m not saying that,” she pants, back stiff. But when I press a finger against her entrance, she grips my forearm and whimpers.
“You want to be owned by someone who understands you completely.”
Shoving her panties aside, I shift the knife toward her entrance.
More whimpers flee her lips as her head hits the bark with a soft thud. Dark hair clings to her cheeks.Damn! She’s so fucking gorgeous.
Eyes closed, her breathing quickens, and I trace the shell of her ear with my lips, murmuring, “I’m waiting, Chrysalis.”
Defiance flares in her gaze as it snaps to me, and it makes my heart fuckingsoar. “I don’t beg.”
“You will,” I promise, thumb hovering just over her clit, blade between her parted thighs. “But don’t worry, I promise to be insufferably smug when you do.”
She lets out a startled, sarcastic laugh, which only makes her breasts jiggle until I feel like I could explode. “God, you’re arrogant.”
“Only because I’m right,” I whisper as I place tantalizing kisses against her pulse. “And you’re dripping the proof all over my fingers.”
“It’s raining,” she counters with tight lips.
“Oh, sweet sister,” I snort, then press the knife in deeper until she gasps. “See how easily this slides in? That isn’t rain. But nice try.”
Her hips twitch forward slightly, betraying her further. She uses my arm as leverage, and I dip the hilt inside another inch. “If you think this little show of dominance is going to impress me?—”
“I don’t,” I interrupt smoothly, thumb teasing her clit with lazy circles. “Because this isn’t about dominance, Olivia. It’s about honesty. Admit it; you’re curious how far I’ll go.”
Unleashing a beautiful sob of pleasure, she shifts so the knife goes farther inside of her, taking my fingers with it. “You’re insane.”
“If I were,” I concede, “then I’m the only lunatic here who knows exactly what you need—and I promise I’ll make you love every depraved second of it.”
As I pull out slightly, she grunts. “Is that supposed to scare me?”
“No.” My teeth scrape against her jaw. “That’s foreplay. This”—I push my needy cock against her hip, rock-hard and unmistakable—“is your future favorite addiction.”
Her lips part on a shaky breath, momentarily speechless. I seize the moment, my voice a silken threat.
“Ready to beg yet, or do I need to keep teasing your pride until it breaks, too?”
With a simpering sob, she grasps my wrist, but she doesn’t push me away. It’s almost as if she’s holding me exactly where she needs.
Arduously, I thrust my dick against her softness. My head buries into her neck as I breathe in her warm, floral scent. Familiar and soothing. She moans, her hips dancing over my fingers, and the knife plunges deeper inside.
I lift my face to stare into hers, her eyes unfocused as she beholds my mask. Carefully, delicately, I slip my first finger inside her as she bucks.
“I-I…” she protests, but scoops down to take more. Obscene, erotic sounds fill the air as I fuck her deeper with the knife, my hips taking on a life of their own. Our rhythms sync until my cock is ready to expel everything, and the beat in her neck escalates to a rapid pace.
Her cries become wails of wanton desire. Fingers fist my sweatshirt as she holds me where she needs me. I grip her waist tighter, shoving her into my throbbing dick.
