Page 34 of Dangerous Deviance
I couldn’t wait anymore.
“You can be my good girl, can’t you, Ellie?” I asked. Her forehead scrunched, and her scent was pungent, the ripe fear mixed with vanilla lotion on her skin. “It’s just the handle, Ellie. I’m not asking you to fuck yourself with the blade. I’m asking you to show me that you’re stronger than your fears. That you can get past whatever blocked memory you’re repressing, and show me what a good girl you are for me.”
Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth. I let go of my grip around hers, her fingers holding the knife, then I dipped my finger between her folds, the wetness making my eyes roll to the back of my skull. She was so fucking wet, so ready for me. I leaned in closer, wanting to take in her scent. That fear. It was intoxicating. Her breath tickled my face. I put my finger, wet with her desire, against her lips.
“You taste that?” I whispered. “Now, Ellie. Tell me how much you hate the knife.”
The small flick of her tongue against my finger made my cock twitch, and I pressed my mouth against hers, both of us licking the juices off of my finger. I kept my hand in her hair, pulling it tight to show her exactly where she belonged. In my arms, letting me protect her.
She moaned, and I looked down. That brave little slut had put the knife’s handle in her cunt. All by herself. She fucked her pussy with it, her hips rocking back and forth. I let go of her hair and leaned on the back of the couch, pulling my cock from my pants, fucking myself with my hand as I watched her. The glow in her eyes. The twitch of an orgasm already rolling through her body.
“Don’t you dare fucking come,” I growled. “That orgasm is mine, Ellie.Youare mine.” I grabbed her hand, making her drop the knife on the ground, refusing her that pleasure. Then I kneeled on the couch, hoisting up her hips, burying my cock deep inside of her. She squeezed me tight, making my cock hurt, as if she worked out those muscles too. I moaned and fucked her hard, each thrust deeper than the last, full of purpose. I wanted it to hurt. I wanted her to endure every inch of me, to know exactly what I wanted. What I was willing to take from her.
“You’re mine,” I murmured again. “Don’t you ever fucking forget that, Elena Jordan.”
Her eyes closed, her lips trembling. My dick throbbed, and I knew I was just as close as she was. When her body pulsed with those involuntary reactions, going over that edge, I couldn’t stop myself. I came too, hot ropes of come filling her body, marking her as mine, all fucking mine. Body, mind, and soul. Even when fear told her to run, she couldn’t help that she wanted this.
Neither of us could deny it. We wanted this, whatever we were, for better or for worse.
CHAPTER 10
Ellie
This time when we went to Jimmy’s, I knew the rules. At first, I had thought Wil’s rules were a joke, one I would follow along with as long as it kept me alive. But now, I wanted Wil to trust me, like I was beginning to trust him. I couldn’t let go of the feeling that I was connected to his family somehow. The other woman they found in the woods was connected too, and who knows how many countless women were out there, connected and confused about what the hell was going on.
And Wil had brought new information, reminded me about Pebble Garden, our home town. I had this instinct too, that though we were connected, he didn’t have anything to do with my sister’s disappearance. Not in a malicious way.
Wil was standing at a roulette table, talking to a patron, slapping him on the back as they went through a round. I leaned on the bar. There were a few other men sitting at the stools beside me, but this time, I didn’t make eye contact. Didn’t start any conversations. The more I knew about Wil, the less I considered betraying him. I wasn’t sure if I could trust him, but I knew that he hadn’t lied. Every word that he said was the truth, which included that he would hurt any man that I spoke to. He might have been controlling with me, but his punishments always came with a purpose.
Like the knife. I knew now, even if I didn’t like it, that it gave us more. Holding that kind of faith in each other, even if just for the moment, was like unlocking our souls.
An older man in a suit stood at the bar. He adjusted his cufflinks, then glanced at me and smiled. Gray hair weathered his scalp, thin and bare. A slinky doll of a woman with black hair and eyes, a metal collar tight around her neck, stood behind him, jotting a text message on her phone. I turned away from him, leaning to the side.
“You like rum and cokes?” he asked, his eyes blurry and wide. I didn’t say a word. I gripped my glass of lemon water tightly. “You look like a rum and coke girl. How about it?” He hit the bar, and the bartender came to his attention. “Two rum and cokes, please,” he said, “And a shot of whisky for me.”
He can get you out, the voice said.You can trust him. He’ll free you from the others. And then you can kill your enemy.
What enemy? I was so tired of the voice. I leaned my chin on my palm, turning even more away from the man. But once the bartender brought him his drink order, he slid one across to me.
“Cheers,” he said. I didn’t move. He scoffed. “What are you, too good to talk to me?” He tilted his head. “Too good for an old man?” I didn’t care how old he was; I just wanted him to leave me alone. “You know, I can take good care of you. Sarah can tell you that.” He sounded so pleased with himself. I wanted to throw up.
“Look at me,” he barked, his voice loud. The entire room silenced, the music the only noise in the background. I turned toward him slowly, then looked into his eyes. He was drunk. Eyes bloodshot. His gait faulty. Even if it wasn’t for Wil’s rule, I wouldn’t have appreciated this man’s attitude. When a woman doesn’t want your attention, you leave her alone.
And with all of my might, I held back what I wanted to do. “I’m not thirsty,” I said. I was breaking Wil’s rule, but the man had to stop.
You’re losing your one chance, the voice said.Ask him for help. Ask him!
“Stupid cunt,” the man said.
I slapped him as hard as I could. His face turned to the side, a red handprint on his cheek. The collared woman finally looked up from her phone, tilting her head at me.
“You fucking—” he started, but I was already past him.
I went straight to Wil. His face was emotionless, his jaw slack. It was clear that he had been watching the whole thing.
“Ellie,” he started, “you should’ve—”
I put my hand on the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss. I caressed his tongue, going deep, and he moaned. And suddenly, the screaming from that irate man ceased. Wil put a hand on my lower back, pulling me into his body, his cock twitching against me. His suit jacket made his whole body warm; I ran my fingers along his back. He grabbed my ass, squeezing it, as if to say,Mine. This is mine.
