Page 40 of Terror Tuesday
“You know what I am,” I growl. “And yet, you let me inside you.”
When she gasps, then squirms like a needy whore, a slow chuckle leaves my lips. “And you still want more.”
She opens her mouth to scream again, but I dive my digits in deeper, rubbing harder, and it dies into a moan.
“Beg me,” I breathe against her temple. “Beg me to fuck you.”
“No—”
My fingers circle with pressure. Precision. They delve in and out. Plunging. Taking. Dominating. Controlling her body in a way I’ve only dreamed I’d be able to do. She’s on the edge, on the precipice of falling. It’s unavoidable, her desire for me at this point. I think she’d be willing to do anything to come.
I fucking love holding her right here.
“Say it,” I demand.
“I can’t?—”
“Yes, you can.”
With a choke in the back of her throat and a faraway expression, she begs. “Please,” she whimpers, barely audible. “Please, fuck me.”
“No.”
Her eyes widen to focus on my face as she grabs my arm harder, tighter, tugging me into her. Demanding I give her the attention she wants so desperately. The smell of her makes me want to come all over her face. Her head. Her beautiful large tits. That round ass.
Inside her.
“Beg me. I want to hear it. Tell me how much you needme. How I’m the only one who can give you what you want right now, Chrysalis.”
She smears her lips into a firm line, then narrows her eyes. The fire behind them almost burns me alive, even in the cold rain. “Iwantit, Vanq.Please,fuck me. You’re the only one I?—”
I freeze. My hand stills.
The air between us crackles with heat and hunger.
With one hand, I unzip and free my needy cock from my pants. Holding it hard and heavy in my hand like a weapon. She sucks in a startled breath, the terror on her body written like a prophecy. To soothe every depraved urge I’ve buried since the night I saw her kneeling in blood, I press the heated head of my dick against her entrance.
Everything I’ve wanted… It’sright here.
She gasps again—half expectation, half desperation.
I line up, and the blood surges through the pulsating arteries. As I grip her soft waist, I edge myself in, just enough for her body to feel the promise of what’s to come. Literally.
One hitch of my hips and I’ll be seated within her. Take her. Her body even relaxes between me and the tree. She’s given up her ownership from pompous frat presidents to cryptic hacker.
But I stop.
I take one step back.
She gasps at the sudden loss, stumbling forward, reaching instinctively for my body. The rain flows through the space between us as her jaw drops with shock.
Then, I zip back up, readjust. Stuff the knife in my pocket. She’s panting, trembling, her thighs slick, her dress sodden and clinging to every curve. Her nipples point through the fabric.
Without a word, I return to the night and walk into the shadows.
God knowsI wanted to keep going. My cock’s still heavy, still aching, and wet with the proof of how close I came to losing control. The prize of her pussy was waiting to comfort me. Bet she’d even let me come inside her.
But I didn’t.
