Page 27 of Evil Boys

I nod as he pulls out the handle and rubs it along my slit, making me dizzy with desire. “Good.”

Fucking asshole.

How dare he get me so turned on and spiteful at the same time?

These emotions are not supposed to exist together, yet the way he’s been manhandling me has made me soaking wet.

The blade handle circles around as he leans in to whisper, “I like your tenacity, kitty. I like how you thought you could outsmart me, but you will come on this fucking knife as a punishment for trying to hurt me.”

“F-fuck y-you,” I whisper, desperate not to faint.

“So desperate for a cock in your wet, aching pussy, little kitty? Don’t worry, I will fuck all that rage out of you soon enough. But first, you’ll need to learn how to behave.”

He flicks the handle back and forth until I’m starting to lose control.

“That’s it, be a fucking slut and come all over this fucking knife like a bad girl,” he groans.

His fingers tighten around my throat even more, and my vision slowly turns black. But my clit is thumping and almost there, even when I don’t want to be.

“F-Fuck!” I groan as my legs quake, and my defenses cave in on me.

A wave of ecstasy washes over my body, and my eyes almost roll into the back of my head before he finally releases my veins and lets the blood course back through. But all I feel is the mounting orgasm rolling over me, consuming me whole, and a long-drawn-out moan escapes my lips.

He pulls the handle away, and a low, rumbling laugh emanates from his chest. My knees cave in on me, and I drop to the floor, completely wasted on that orgasm.

When I look up, he brings the knife to his mouth and actually licks the fucking handle, the groan that follows igniting my soul. “Hmm … I will definitely lick your pussy soon.”

Fuck him and that fucking delicious and arrogant voice.

“You wish,” I retort. “I’ll fucking kill you if you try.”

He grabs my face and lifts my chin, shoving the blade underneath. “Kill me then, because so help me God, I will fucking have a taste of you.” I can hear him pull down a zipper in the darkness. “But first you will have a taste of me.”

Warm flesh pushes up against my lips, and I can tell from the hardness it’s definitely his dick.

Fuck.

“Open your mouth and show me what you can do with that tongue,” he says, his voice laced with desire.

“And if I don’t?”

The knife pushes against my chin, and I can feel it cut into my skin as a warm droplet of blood rolls down. “Then your brother will know exactly what you’ve been up to here at school.”

Fuck. If Felix finds out, it’s game over for my freedom.

Not to mention the fact that he’d probably tell Dad… and then I’ll never see the light of day again.

I know what’s at stake, so I part my lips and let him push into my mouth.

The salty taste of him as it slowly slips farther and farther across my tongue makes me want to gag. But the second I feel his piercings, I look up at the masked stranger fucking me.

“Noticed my jewelry?” He grips my face with his thumb and index finger. “It’s a Jacob’s ladder.” He pushes in even farther, letting me feel the metal as it slides down my throat. “Do you know why it has that name?”

I gently shake my head, but he holds me steady.

“Every piercing is a step …” He pushes in farther until he hits the back of my throat and my eyes begin to water. In the darkness, his size is unknown to my eyes, but by God, I can feel its throbbing, thick length. “Ascending into fucking heaven.”

He groans out loud when he’s in completely, and I struggle to breathe again, choking on his length. He can easily reach far beyond my uvula, where I can’t even swallow anymore, and I can feel each one of his piercings scraping against my insides.

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