Page 89 of My Girl
“Get off of me! You disgusting freak!”
I drag her to the shower stall. Turn it on. It whines, then gurgles out brown liquid before it clears up. I throw her inside.
“A disgusting freak,” I murmur. “I like that.”
“You are?—”
I grip her neck, shoving her face under the water, watching her struggle as the water fills her lungs. She thrashes violently, a bronco at the rodeo with a desperate need to escape. But I’m stronger. Smarter. Bigger. No matter how much we’re the same, I’llalwaysoverpower her.
I keep her there, struggling to fight under the water. Watching her take it. Seeing how much it destroys her to know the truth. Her masked man, her killer, her dream boy savior, is nothing more than the disgusting mall cop freak she hates.
Me.
She chokes on the water, her wet hair clinging to her face. Her red hair streams down her cheeks like trails of dark blood. I give her space to breathe as I shove my hand down between her legs and rub against her cunt.
“Look at you,” I growl. “Sopping fucking wet. Getting raped again by your least favorite security guard.”
“It’s leftover from before I knew it was you,” she hisses.
“Bullshit.”
I drop her ass, letting her fall. She stumbles into the corner of the room, practically crawling for a way out. I grab my mask and stomp across the cement floor, then wipe it between her legs, drying her pussy with the worn leather. She snaps her teeth at me.
“The fuck are you doing?” she yells.
I unzip my pants, starting a new experiment. Her eyes glaze over as she gapes at my cock. No matter how much she wants to deny it, the bitch is fucking obsessed with my dick.
“I disgust you,” I say. “Don’t I, little girl?”
“I hate you.”
I grab her by the throat, choking her until her eyes bulge. I bring her back to the running shower. Water pounds into the cement like a flash flood.
“You don’t hate me,” I say. “No, little girl, you fucking worship me. You know that I’m the only one who gets you. I’m the only one who will ever see the real you. I put on a leather mask, but you wear a mask every goddamn day, don’t you, Rae? The good little girl who can do no wrong. Who dreams of killing and fucking and stealing and murdering and doesn’t see anyone else as an equal. But I see you, Rae. I see down into your fucked-up little brain, and I know everything. I know how bloodthirsty you are. I know how hard you come when I use you exactly how I want.”
I move us both under the water, then shove my dick inside of her pussy. She glares daggers at me, but it doesn’t stop her from wrapping her legs around me, bringing me closer to her. The water pounds onto my back, splashing onto her face.
“Fuck you!” she screams.
“You and me? We’re cut from the same cloth, little girl, but there’s one big difference that you need to remember for the rest of your short life.” I bare my teeth, thrusting viciously into her cunt. “I’ll always have power over you. It doesn’t matter if I’m Craven Gaines or Michael Hall or some stupid masked killer named Crave. You are made for me. From me. With me. And I willalwaysown you.”
She spits in my face. I clench my jaw. I pull my hips back, removing my cock, and her eyes drop, a frown pinching her lips. I rip off my gloves and shove a finger into her cunt. I slide in easily, her liquid need like blood gushing against my palm.
“Oh look,” I murmur sarcastically. “What do you know? The bitch is wet, just like I thought.”
She shivers, her body nearing that peak, and I slide her down until her face is directly under the water. She writhes, but I pin her down, forcing her to take it and drown as I finger fuck her used-up cunt. She coughs violently, and I pull her to the side, letting her find her breath.
I pull out my fingers and shove my dick back inside of her.
“I told myself I would kill you, but here you are,” I snap. Her eyes water, her lips part, and her pussy squeezes around my cock. “I should’ve killed you a long fucking time ago, and youlikethat I haven’t yet. You like that I’ve kept you alive. You think it gives you power over me,” I growl. “Only if you keep me entertained, you little slut. Only if I don’t grow bored of you.”
I come inside of her again, and she convulses in relief from the agonizing pleasure, cresting over that final peak. Her entire body crumbles with need and arousal.
I pull out, then turn off the water.
The faucet drips softly, a sound I remember well. Both of us are soaked.
She sucks in a breath.
