Page 66 of Slashers & Secrets

My heart whooshes in my ears, and I feel wild below this monster who has me in his grip.

“Don’t say a fucking word or you may find yourself taking your last breath sooner than you can orgasm.”

I whimper as he pulls back, my head tilted toward the ceiling as he shuffles behind me.

He adjusts himself, and then he nudges me onto my knees.

“You’re dripping,” he growls, my eyes settling closed as a shiver racks my spine.

The sound of his belt unclasping has me turning my head over my shoulder, and I watch his mask directed right at me. The black around his eyes and lips, looking like a deranged clown.

Looking like a killer.

His black hood comes over his head, curling around the edges of his mask. Cloaked in black, he looks ominous, someone that I should run away from, but the moment his fingers are against me, it’s as if he locks me into place, and I can’t move.

And I don’t know if I want to.

Tearing of his foil wrapper has my eyes widening.

The knife in his hand goes to my spine, slowly caressing down my skin, around my ass, until he hits my thighs. The coolness of the blade brushes me until I can feel the burning of blood blooming to the surface.

“Your blood paints your creamy skin so well. Maybe I should cover you with it while I fuck you.”

I close my eyes, turning away from him as I feel the warmth of his cock presses against my opening, sliding between my folds. It feels large, and I shiver, my back arching into his touch.

I don’t want him. I want nothing to do with him, yet fear holds me tightly.

And pure want keeps me shackled to this spot.

He grunts, and I can feel him as he nudges inside. I tilt my head toward the ceiling, my eyes watering in an unwanted desperation for him. I can’t help this feeling roaring through my veins. I want to grip this monster and have him take away the pain in my heart and the ache in my bones. I shouldn’t want this monster; I can’t want him.

Yet I do.

I can feel my walls stretching around his cock as he pushes forward. I swallow down my moan as he sinks in deep, his naked hips pressing against my ass, the pinch in my core causing me to stiffen against him.

He chuckles, pulling on the straps of my panties, until they scrape against the corners of my lips.

This is so wrong, yet why don’t I want it to stop?

I feel deranged, wondering if he could’ve possibly drugged me, and that’s why I’m acting like this. Yet he stirs my thoughts and washes them away as he pulls out until only his tip is inside, and I whimper at the loss. Then he plunges back in, and the slap of our skin cracks into the quiet room.

He starts a rhythm, thrusting into me, my knees digging into the carpet, hands curling around the soft fibers as he rides me like he’s punishing me. I gasp, feeling a wave of heat rolling through my body. It feels as if he lights a fire in my veins, burning me up with his touch, with his darkness, a breath from him enough to cause me to disintegrate.

“Such a good girl. So fucking wet for me,” he groans, and I shudder.

I can feel the cold blade of his knife pressing against my neck as he holds both the handle and the edge of my panties. He moves both sides of my panties to one hand, the straps tightening around the back of my head.

His other hand slides up my throat, and he grips my jaw, turning my head until my eyes clash with his black ones, hidden behind the mask.

“Who are you?” I whimper around the fabric stretched in my mouth.

His head cocks to the side, and I stare at the mask, feeling heat fill my lower belly, pooling between my legs, the scent of my arousal filling the room. My eyes shutter as he stretches my walls farther, growing to stone inside of me. I watch as he tilts his head back, his mask pointed toward the sky.

He lets go of my chin, his leather-covered fingers trailing down my body, dancing along my spine. He goes to my hip, gripping me tightly, his other one pulling my panties tighter as his thrusts speed up, and I can feel tension stiffening his body.

“Good girl, Lakyn.”

My walls clench around him, and my breathing picks up as a tingle rolls through me. I can feel my imminent orgasm, a warning of what’s about to be the most mind-bending pleasure I’ve ever experienced.

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