Page 77 of Caution Tape

I can’t say that. I can’t even finish a sentence. I can’t tip my hand and let him know how much power he has over me. If he knows, he might lose interest. I’ll stop being the fascinating monster he has taken a shine to.

I’ll be another Natalie.

He leaps up, forcing me backwards away from the bed, our bodies touching, eyes locked together the entire time. Then he slips behind me, his arms encircling my waist and his chin resting on my shoulder.

“Oh, is she jealous?” Natalie’s voice is grating as she sits up proudly on her knees, watching us. “Nolan, come here.”

“Lie on your back. And take that stupid mask and chain off, Natalie. I knew it was you the moment you walked in here.”

She glares at me but does as he says, tugging the mask off and rotating herself to lay back and watch us, her legs dangling over the side of the bed.

“Now what I’m going to do with you?” Nolan breathes beside my ear. “This was your idea. You set this up. Now that it’s happening… what? You’re jealous? Is she right?”

His arms are warm and tight around me as he slowly pushes me back toward the bed.

“Yes,” I whisper. “It made me jealous, seeing you with her.”

“That’s really hot,” he mutters. He shoves me onto Natalie, urging me to climb on her, my hair hanging over her like a shroud. He makes me straddle her waist and presses his hand against the small of my back, so I lay against her.

My face looms over hers, and I can feel the hatred baking off her. Our hair tangles together, a fusion of harsh black against her light brown. She’s biting down on her lip; a tiny white edge of the tooth digging into her lipstick so hard I can see it crack.

“Nolan?” Natalie looks around me to look at him. “What are you doing?”

His voice is mild; amused. “I’m going to fuck Cora’s brains out right on top of you. If you’re good, you can lick my cum out of her.”

The look of shock, outrage, and humiliation that cuts across her face makes it hard to breathe. I can see why Nolan is the way he is. The power in being able to hurt people.

His words have me drenched, and when he slides into me, I’m on the verge of orgasm. After several rough thrusts I’m crying out, burying my face in Natalie’s neck as she turns away. Her humiliation and frustration makes it better for me, and I can’t help but giggle between moans of pleasure.

Nolan pulls me back up, holding both of my arms, his balls slapping the back of my thighs while he thrusts harder and harder.

Then he starts complimenting me.

“Do you know howfuckingsexy you are? I love every curve of this body. Every mark and moment of it. This freckle on your shoulder—“ He kisses it and I groan, arching my back. ”—this spot just below your neck—“ He kisses that, too. “—this ass.”

He slaps it—hard—and the shock of it makes me smile.

“When you look at me when you’re pissed off, with that little scar on your lip, all of it turns me on sofuckingmuch.”

Natalie’s face is twisting in disgust at what we’re doing on top of her. The spell is broken for her, and it is delicious to watch the panic wash over her.

“Am I your whore, Nolan? Tell me I’m your whore.” I look down at Natalie. Some of my drool is on her neck.

“You’re my whore, Cora. You’re my filthy little whore.”

Something about having him obey me sends me flying over the edge. I clench hard around him, slamming back onto him as hard as I can.

Natalie starts to move, shaking her head as she breaks away from us, clawing her way to the edge of the bed.

Nolan is still fucking me, pulling his dick nearly all the way out of me just to ram it back in.

“The knife,” I gasp at him, “in my left boot.”

He shoves himself all the way into me and holds himself there as his hand fumbles to my leg, pulling the knife out by the hilt and pressing it into my hand.

Her eyes bulge out of her head with horror as I quickly reach her way, slitting her throat from ear to ear, blood pouring out steadily from the gaping slit.

“Now,” I say between clenched teeth, “he will never be yours.”

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