Page 28 of Sing Me a Song

“I have never wanted to kill anyone more in my entire life.” He snarls against my mouth.

He steps back and drops me from his arms, watching as I sink to my knees. I cradle my throat in my hands and glare up at him.

“One would say that means you feel at least something for me.” I retort, rubbing my neck.

“Or that’s what the little unloved girl from the trailer park was taught.” He begins to undo his pants.

“I am not sucking your dick.” I shake my head. “I wouldn’t put it anywhere near my mouth again, if I were you.”

The back of his hand claps against my mouth and I feel the blood pool on my tongue.

“Does that mean I care, too?” He mocks me and flicks open his knife, holding it just under my eye. “Undo my pants.”

I know this beast of a man wouldn’t even hesitate to cut into my face and if I continue to bait him, I just might lose my life tonight. As much as I don’t want to obey him and everything in me is fighting my actions, I’m not going to be his punching bag.

I undo his pants and begin to pull them down along with his boxers. I know he’s big, I saw evidence of it earlier, but as the thing pops up and swings slightly in front of my face, I’m shocked at the sheer size. That just seems fucking unnatural.

His hand holding the knife rests against my throat and his other grips the hair on the crown of my head, forcing me forward.

“Hurry up, I need to get back to the celebration.” He raises a brow at me. “Lots of other females to fuck.”

I clench my jaw at his words and his hand tightens, as I feel the hairs being ripped out of my scalp.

Fuck it, I’m about to enjoy this as much as he will. I stick my tongue out and lick along the tip, making sure to pay extra attention to the ridge. I’m good at sucking dick, I did enough of it to survive and I’m not fucking ashamed. I’ve just never dealt with one quite this large.

I open my mouth and relax my jaw, slowly taking him into my mouth. Raiden though, has other ideas, and his frustration is evident as he rams his monster cock down my throat. Now, I like to boast I can take a good deep throat with minimal gagging but I’m not doing so well right now.

Not that he minds, the more I gag and constrict around him, the faster he plunges into my mouth. The tears flow down my cheeks and I’m sucking in air whenever I get the chance, which is not nearly often enough.

I feel the knife come back against my throat and press into the flesh as he pushes in as far as he can, cumming down my throat. The salty taste and slimy texture have me gagging once again and he chuckles as he yanks me up by my hair back to my feet.

His hand holding the knife comes towards my face and I hold my breath, waiting for his threat. Instead, his thumb swipes up my chin and pushes into my mouth, more of his cum assaults my tongue.

“You take every last drop of what I give you.” He shoves me back to the wall and stabs the blade into the plaster, nicking my shoulder on the way.

I hiss at the sting and watch as his eyes latch onto the wound, the blood rolling down to my chest. He leans forward and presses his finger into it then up over the cut. He takes his blood-soaked finger and draws something on my cheek, giving it a little pat when he’s done.

“Tempest Skeigh,” his voice is softer. “Your blood looks good coating your skin.”

I moan at the contact and gasp at his words. I don’t know what is wrong with me and I’m confused about this odd attraction to a man old enough to be my father, and dark enough to rival the devil.

He steps away and pulls the blade out of the wall, slicing me again.

“Stay in your fucking room.” Then he’s out the door.

I hurry to my bathroom, flicking on the light, and growling when I see a triangle with an eye in the center. The exact symbol I saw connected to the Illuminati.

I want to check on Sky and as much as she bothers me, Diamond too. I just know that if I push the devil too far, my body will be pulp on the pavement under my balcony.

Chapter Sixteen

Tempest

I’m afraid to leave my room.

I’m rarely this afraid but I can’t stop my mind from racing with images of myself being murdered and disposed of by Raiden. It could also be that I have not touched a drug in almost three days and I’m having a hard time numbing the feelings.

I want to check on Sky, I want to make sure Diamond is okay, and I want to get the fuck off this island. The first two are doable but that third one isn’t happening and it scares me to death. If I were to disappear here, I wouldn’t have a single person to look for me and I can’t help but feel my chest grow heavy with sorrow.

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