Page 44 of Deadly Sacrifice

“Oh, you’ll scream, alright,” I rasp, taking a step closer and cupping her cheek. Prudence trembles all over, sucking in a shuddered breath when I stroke my thumb across her smooth skin. Lowering my mouth to hers, I whisper an inch from her lips, “But trust me, not a damn person will come running to save you.”

Moving my hand to the nape of her neck, I tangle my fingers through her hair and walk her backward until her back hits the wall.

Prudence grabs my wrist, flailing and snarling, “Let me go.”

“Don’t feel like it,” I whisper, pressing against her to keep her in place. With one hand still in her hair, holding her head still, I let my other hand wander down her side.

My thumb skims her tit, and she jerks, inhaling to scream.

Okay, I may have been fibbing. People definitely saw me pull her in here. Someone may care enough to call for help if she starts making noise.

Before she can get more than the beginning of a whimper out, I move the hand in her hair to cover her mouth instead. I press my palm against her soft lips, pushing her head against the wall. Not hard enough to hurt. Badly, at least, I’m not a complete savage. But just enough to get her attention.

Prudence’s eyes are wide and wet, overflowing with tears now while she tries and fails to buck and fight against me.

I’m sure if she could see it, my smile would frighten her. But I can’t help myself. This is my favorite kind of game. How far can I go? How hard can I push? How much will she melt and writhe and moan when I finally pull a climax from her?

I’m quick when I step back, spinning her around and pushing her against the wall again, her glorious fucking ass facing me now. I keep one hand on her mouth while she tries to push off the wall, but I’m not sure why she bothers. The only place she can go is closer to me.

“Come on, Ember, you remember how good we were,” I murmur into her ear, smoothing my palm down her chest, between her breasts and down to the button of her jeans. She screams something — probably an insult — but it’s muffled by the hand clamped over her lips. “Let me show you how badly I want you, hmm?”

The button pops open with a quick flick of my fingers. Prudence thrashes between me and the wall, breathing heavily and whimpering as her tears collect and run over my fingers. I slip my hand down into her lacy panties, pausing to make sure I’m really feeling what I think I am.

Another grin breaks out across my face, and I bury my lips against her neck. “Mmm,” I hum, pressing kisses and nibbles along her heated skin. “You’re so fucking wet for me, Ember,” I purr, pushing my finger lower to gather the evidence. It’s not enough, though, so I dip inside her and groan. So fucking tight and wet, it’s truly obscene.

She yells behind my hand, trying in vain to get free of me as I pull my finger out of her pussy and circle her clit. I bite her neck, just below her ear. Not hard enough to draw blood, unfortunately. I’ll save that for another time. But enough to bruise. To leave my mark. “Stop fighting me, Prudence, baby. We both know how good I make you feel,” I whisper when I pull my teeth free.

Her muscles are locked tight with tension and she keeps trying to scream and flail, but I’ve got her. She’s not going anywhere, and not a soul will save her from me.

Try as she might to deny me, the poor girl’s hips buck just a little when I add more pressure to her clit. I’m hard as granite in my jeans, and all her fighting has her ass rubbing up against me, causing the most delicious friction.

Another guttural groan claws up my throat. Her legs are shaking and when I pinch her clit, she cries out for a whole different reason. Prudence’s movements become jerky as she fights more with herself than with me. The subtle roll of her hips to chase this high contrasts with the way her nails are scratching the ever loving shit out of my forearm. She pounds her other hand against the wall, pushing against it like she’ll be able to get free if she just has some room to move.

She’s close, though, and I’m taking what’s mine. Neither of us are leaving this closet until she’s flooded her panties.

With my lips and teeth marking up her neck, I circle her clit faster, working her into a frenzy. She’s still trembling against me, but at this point, I don’t know if it’s because of her anger and fear, or because of her arousal. Doesn’t matter, either way, because with a few more seconds of just the right pressure, Prudence shatters in my arms. She digs her nails into my forearm until she draws blood, her hips rocking with each wave of her orgasm, and her muffled, ragged moans like a fucking symphony to my ears.

I press one more kiss to the side of her neck before tentatively releasing her. Her knees buckle without me holding her up, and she slides down to the floor in a heap.

Crouching behind her, I run my hand up her spine and cup the back of her neck. “You did so good, Ember,” I murmur against her temple. “So good for me, baby. Do you want me to walk you to class? Or I can take you home and get you into a bath. How about that, hmm?”

She ignores me, staring blankly at the wall. She doesn’t move an inch, and her chest hardly even rises with her shallow breaths.

Sighing, I give her neck a gentle squeeze before standing. “I’ll let you gather yourself. Come find me when you want to talk,” I tell her softly as I reach for the door. I let myself out into the hallway and leave Prudence crumpled on the floor.

24

Prudence

I sit on the floor of the supply closet for an hour. Maybe more. It’s dark in here, and my sense of time is all skewed. Hell, my sense of everything I thought I knew is all skewed. I feel violated. Used. Pissed off. But I also feel high and delirious and kind of euphoric in a wild, freeing way.

Because I liked it.

I keep thinking about Creed’s husky words in my ear and his hand in my pants, and I fucking hate myself, but the spot between my legs throbs with heat once more. The way he held me tight against his chest, the erection that pushed against my ass through his jeans...

It was all so wrong, and yet, I fear he may have awakened something dark inside me that craves that loss of control.

I snort. When have I ever had control over anything in my life? I think I’m fucked up in the head. Of course a stupid, gorgeous boy would force an orgasm out of me in a closet and I’d find it exhilarating.

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