“You almost smothered me,” she hisses, glaring at me.
I shove my hand back over her mouth. “Quiet,” I say, my mouth inches from her neck. I talk right into her ear, so soft I can’t even hear it. “Goddamn princess, you really don’t want to survive all this, do you?” I can see the fear in her eyes. I brush my lips against her throat and feel a sudden, sharp pulse of want. “We can’t go anywhere for a while. They’re going to comb these halls, and if we leave this room now, they’ll find us and kill us. We need to wait.”
She nods slightly, and I gently lick the side of her neck. I taste the sweat on her skin and feel a shiver run down my spine. Fuck, she’s delicious, her fear, her excitement. We’re so close to death, and yet all I can think about is life, about pleasure. About making her feel something more than fear.
She’s so close and I can’t help myself any longer.
I bite her softly. Then harder. I nibble along her neck, her throat. I press my hand harder over her mouth, and if she’s trying to protest, I don’t hear it. My other hand roughly untucks her shirt, and I swear I hear her whimper. She’s staring at me with fear in her eyes, but there’s more, something primal, a dark lust that emanates from her like a radiance.
I slip my other hand down her thigh and yank up her skirt. She gasps and bites my palm, and I grunt as I rip her skirt up farther until her panties are showing. She pushes against my chest as I slide my hand between her legs, rolling my fingers along her soaking wet pussy.
As much as she’s trying to push me away, this girl is dripping wet right now, absolutely fucking soaked for me.
I finally move my hand from her lips, and she’s panting, breathing hard, and when I yank her panties to the side and roll my fingers along her wet folds, she releases the most fucking incredible moaning whimper I’ve ever heard in my life.
It’s pure lust and sex. Pure want and desire. Pure, wet, dripping need, so utterly gorgeous I’m instantly rock hard.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she whispers, trying not to moan as she bites her lip hard. She’s making herself bleed again, and I can’t help the roaring lust that pulses down my spine.
I lick her lips and taste her blood as my fingers plunge into her pussy.
“I’m making my mark on you, princess.” I bite her again and taste her blood some more as I fuck her faster, sliding my fingers in and out, gushing into her soaked, slick cunt. She’s moaning, panting, trying so hard to be quiet and struggling, and if she screams like I know she wants to, we’re both dead.
She’s so fucking sexy. I’m losing my mind right now, unable to process anything but her as I curl my fingers to find her dripping, slick G-spot. She gasps, back arched, and I bite her neck hard enough to make her groan. Her fingers grab my hair and pull, and I grunt at the pain as my fingers slide back out to tease her clit.
She’s shivering, shaking. I stare into her eyes.
“I want to own you, Daley,” I whisper as my fingers slide back inside and start to fuck her faster. “And I want to punish you for being such a piece of shit to me all these years.”
“You think I need to be punished? Oh, fuck you, Rian.”
“You thought I was a murderer. You thought I killed Megan. You called me a liar. I told you the truth eight years ago, and you told me to go choke and die.” I press my fingers deep and hard and curl them again, making her gasp and arch her back.
She’s incredible, and every time her breasts press against her top like that I lose my damn mind with want.
“I didn’t know,” she moans, whimpering again. “I thought you were driving. Fuck, Rian, you asshole.”
“You didn’t want to know, you faker. It was more convenient to hate me. I was your scapegoat, your punching bag.” I fuck her pussy faster and harder as my other hand wraps around her throat. I squeeze, not tight enough to choke her, but enough to let her know that right now, she’s all mine.
That I’m in charge.
She glares at me, mouth open, drool rolling from her lips mingling with her blood. “I still hate you,” she whispers as her hips gyrate into my hand. “I still despise you, you controlling asshole. You’re doing all this for yourself, not for me or Megan. I’m just a freaking toy to you.”
I smirk and tighten my grip. “That’s right, Daley, you’re my goddamn toy, and I love playing with you. I love teasing your slick cunt and making you moan. I love tasting your blood, biting your throat, and teasing you until you’re nothing but a puddle of lust and desire. Now come for me, little doll. Come and beg for more, you filthy fucking girl.”