I continue to fight against the rope but only succeed in rubbing my skin raw.
“What did I tell you, little mouse?” he asks, his deep voice barely above a whisper. I don’t even spare him a glance, my panicked gaze glued to the ropes that are rendering me completely fucking helpless.
Fuck what he told me.
“Let me go!” I shout beneath the tape, but the words are muffled and indistinguishable.
He plants his hands on my hips and roughly pins me to the bed. Electric shocks travel from his skin to mine, the feeling making me tremble beneath his calloused hands.
Panic sends my mind into a complete tailspin. I no longer think rationally. My body goes into survival mode, and I fight against his hold with all the strength I can muster.
But it’s useless. He’s too big. Too heavy. Too fucking imposing.
I scream with frustration, attempting to buck him off. He laughs at my attempt, the rich sound of his amusement sending ice down my spine.
I still, huffing and puffing against the tape. My hair is in disarray, with several tendrils scattered across my face and constricting my view of him.
Not that I particularly want to see his face anyways. It’s a goddamn weapon.
Gently, he brushes the tendrils out of my face, tenderness in his touch.
“Fascinating that you have yet to learn, I always follow through with my threats,” he whispers.
“Fuck. Off!” I shout, enunciating my words as clearly as possible beneath the tape. They’re muffled, but he heard what I said loud and clear anyway.
He grabs my face in his hand roughly and brings his face down into mine. Minty breath and a hint of smoke washes over me.
“Keep pissing me off, Adeline. I do enjoy hurting you. It’s music to my ears when I hear you cry.”
I struggle against him, muffled curse words spilling from my taped mouth.
Another chuckle reaches my ears.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, little mouse,” he drawls, his deep tenor vibrating through his throat. “And I do enjoy showing you what happens to bad girls.”
Sweat pricks at my hairline and trails down my back. I’m still panicking—absolutely shaking with fear.
But I have no idea how the hell I’m going to get away from him. Tears prick at my eyes when I realize that I can’t.
His words from before filter through the panic. You can’t escape me.
His calloused fingers lift up my t-shirt, exposing my black lace panties and flat stomach. I can’t see them, but I feel his eyes devouring me. He continues to lift the shirt until my breasts are bared to him.
I hear a sharp intake of breath, revealing his desire. My nipples are tightened into hard peaks. But the asshole is cracked if he thinks it’s because of him.
“You are absolutely exquisite,” he breathes, his hands trailing across my stomach reverently. Over the fading marks, he forced on me four nights ago.
“Fuck. Off,” I growl again.
“Don’t mind if I do,” he tells me, his voice shadowed with desire and anticipation.
My eyes round when his fingers skim beneath the waistband of my underwear, teasing my sensitive skin and warning me of his intentions. I suppress the shiver, determined to maintain my dignity, even as he pulls them down to my knees in one move.
My fight renews, kicking at him harshly and landing a good kick in his chest. He powers through the kick, pushing back into it and sending painful shockwaves up my leg.
It stuns me long enough for him to slip my underwear the rest of the way down my legs. Instead of discarding my underwear, he bundles them in a ball and slides them in his pocket.
Oh… that’s gross!
I growl, deep in my chest and desperately kick at him again. I use both legs, putting every bit of force behind them. He snatches both of my feet before they can connect with his face.
Dammit.
I squirm, upending the upper half of my body as I struggle.
Quickly, he works his hands around both ankles while avoiding a foot to the face. And then he forces my legs apart, pinning my knees to the bed as he bares my pussy.
What felt like forever only took fifteen seconds.
I force myself to still, my chest heaving wildly. If I continue to buck, I’ll only be putting my pussy right in his stupid face. And the asshole would just love that.
Rage unlike anything I’ve ever felt floods me, replacing the fear and helplessness. I scream beneath the tape, raging and cursing him as his eyes eat up the expanse of my center.
The moonlight doesn’t provide enough light for him to see much, but it doesn’t matter to him. He’s seen it before.
He inhales deeply. “Fuck, you smell just like I remember. So fucking sweet.”
He leans down and places a gentle kiss on my pelvic bone. I arch my back, pushing my body deeper into the mattress and away from his kiss. I’m panting harshly through my nose, imitating a pissed-off bull.
Self-hatred wars against the hatred for him. I did this to myself. I know I did. I instigated him—pushed against him when he warned me what would happen.
It didn’t matter. I was too fucking stupid and hard-headed. Too high off whatever sick thrill I can’t seem to get enough of.
He grips my hips and roughly yanks me down, tightening the bonds on my wrists and giving him full access to my pussy.
Another soft kiss, an inch above my clit. I can’t stop the whimper that releases from my mouth, sticking against the tape, just as my lips are.
But the tape doesn’t mask the sound like it’s masking my words. I feel him pause, and then he smiles against my skin.
I shudder beneath his touch, his hot breath fanning across my most sensitive area. My knees jerk inward, another useless attempt to close my legs.
And then I feel them. A stubborn tear slips free as his teeth scrape against my mound. I scream and thrash against the feeling, dislodging his teeth from my skin only for my body to jerk right back into his mouth.
I gasp, feeling far more than just teeth this time. His tongue slides against my clit, a feral groan releasing from his throat as he tastes me. Uncontrollably, my eyes roll and my head kicks back as the most delicious feeling envelopes me.
But I refuse to let that cloud my judgment. Riding alongside pleasure is disgust.
Disgust at myself—my body—for feeling anything else. And disgust that he is taking something that I didn’t willingly give.
“Fuck,” he growls against me, the vibrations forcing me to suck in a deep breath. The sound of his deep tenor sends a burst of butterflies into my stomach.
“You’re so fucking creamy,” he rasps. I squeeze my eyes shut, hating how I feel my pussy throb from his words and the attention he’s giving me. More so, I hate that he’s right. I can smell my own arousal, feel the juices sliding down my asscheeks.
I shake.
I shake because I don’t know what else to fucking do right now.
Now more than ever, I hate myself, and the reaction my body has to adrenaline and terror.
He licks the entirety of my slit, his tongue moving leisurely all the way up to the bundle of nerves before he sucks my clit between his teeth and clamps down.
Just like he said he would.
I scream with both fright and bliss. His bite is hard enough to send a wave of pain scattering across my clit, but not hard enough to truly hurt me.
He pulls his head away slowly, my clit dragging between his teeth until it slips free, a burning sensation radiating from the bud.