Chapter 27 #2
The phone falls right out of my hand, dropping to the ground as a wave of overwhelming emotions plague me. Fear. Hurt. Heartbreak. But most of all, rage.
This man, whoever the fuck he is, is responsible for taking Laith’s life, and I’m not about to sit back and let him have whatever he wants now. The game is over, and I don’t care what I have to do to finish it. All I know is that he won’t get away with this. I won’t allow it.
The rage fills my veins, pulsing through me until all I see is red.
“YOU KILLED HIM!” I scream, the words tearing my throat to pieces.
The stalker lifts the rose, dragging it across the front of the fucked-up mask as if smelling it, and as he keeps that heinous stare on me, his head cocks to the side like a fucking psychopath. “You broke my rules.”
“I’M NOT PLAYING YOUR FUCKING GAME ANYMORE. YOU KILLED LAITH. HE DIDN’T DESERVE THAT.”
The asshole takes a calculated step forward, putting him that much closer to me and blocking any path I might have had of getting out of here. “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. What did I tell you about screaming, little kitten? I much prefer when you’re purring for me like the good little whore that you are.”
Fucking asshole.
“You’ll never touch me again,” I spit through a clenched jaw. “You won’t get away with this.”
A condescending laugh rumbles through the bedroom. “Oh, sweet, naive kitten. I already have.”
He takes another deliberate step, and my heart kicks into gear, racing faster than ever before.
When he cornered me in my bedroom, I was all too eager to play the game in order to survive, but now that I’ve somehow broken his ridiculous rules, I have no idea what he’s got in store for me.
Is this where it ends? Have we reached the finish line of this deadly game?
“Stop. Don’t come any closer.”
His stare seems to laugh at me, and I realize just how outmatched I am.
This man is a beast. He’s just as tall as Knight, and just as broad, with obvious muscle hidden beneath his black clothes.
I don’t stand a chance, but I have to try.
I have to get away and survive somehow. I can’t let this be the end.
I inch toward the back of the bedroom, hoping to entice him out of the doorway, and when he shifts with my movements, I realize that I might just have a chance. At some point, he’s going to want to get closer, and when that happens, I need to make my move. I need to be ready.
“Don’t even think about it, kitten. You know what happens when you break my rules. Don’t make me take somebody else from you,” he murmurs. “Who shall I take next? Your little boyfriend? Or perhaps the fashion designer. Izabelle, is it?”
Fuck.
“Hmmmmm, kitten. You’re running out of crutches, and soon enough all you’ll have in this world is me.” I shake my head, refusing to believe it. I’ll die before he even thinks about taking somebody else from me. “One by one. They will all fall like toy soldiers.”
“If you touch any of them . . .”
He laughs, and as he takes a step toward me, I make my move, sprinting toward the door, and running for my life. My feet pound against the ground, my heart racing faster than ever before as the desperation eats me alive.
I barrel toward him, and in a flash, his hand snaps out, bracing tightly around my throat as my body crashes heavily against his. I feel his stare through the mask as I grip his hand on my throat, trying to suck in a breath, but there’s no use. He’s too strong.
“Oh, kitten. I’m disappointed,” he rumbles, stepping into me and forcing me back, one hasty step after another until the back of my knees are pressed against the edge of Knight’s bed. “You’ve played so eagerly up until now. If you scream, you fail. If you run, you die. And kitten, you will die.”
My eyes widen with fear, and before I can even attempt to get away, he lifts me right off the ground, his grip on my throat like nothing I’ve ever felt. Then with an overwhelming show of strength, he throws me down against the mattress, releasing his grip on my throat.
I gasp, sucking in a desperate breath, the sweet oxygen burning in my lungs, and I waste no time trying to pull away, but his big hand clutches my ankle, holding me down.
He reaches into his pocket, producing a thin rope, and I frantically try to get away, kicking out and throwing my body.
If I could just get to my feet, maybe I could throw myself through the window and somehow get to the road before he catches me, but it’s no use.
I’m already a slave to his wicked desires.
He knots the rope around my ankle before tying it to the end of the bed, and when he does the same to my other ankle, I’m left to his mercy, my thighs spread wide.
Tears well in my eyes as he climbs onto the bed, crawling right over me until his big knees are braced on either side of my waist, and he simply holds out his hand with expectation.
“Play the game, kitten, and I might just spare you.”
Horror rises in my chest, and I reluctantly lift my shaking hand from the mattress before gently placing it into his, terrified of what’s about to happen.
“Both.”
I swallow over the fear and give in, placing my other hand straight into his. Once he has both of my wrists, he pulls them behind my back and ties them beneath me, the rope painfully cutting into my skin.
“Good girl,” he soothes as though his words can somehow make me feel better about this whole situation. “You belong to me. Don’t you forget that.”
“I’ll never be yours,” I spit, shaking my head. “I don’t even know who you are.”
“Oh, but you do,” he says, digging his hand into his pocket and revealing a blade. “You know me better than you know yourself, and now . . . you’ll never forget.”
Horror rips through me, and I squirm beneath him desperately trying to buck him off me as the soft afternoon light streams through the window, glistening off the large blade. “No,” I panic, not above getting to my knees and begging for my life. “No. Please, no.”
Tears well in my eyes, and as my gaze remains locked on the blade, I realize this has to be the very same blade that tore through Laith’s skin and left those despicable words behind.
“Mine,” he grits.
“Never.”
He reaches back with his free hand, his fingers coming down between my thighs, immediately rolling over my sensitive clit, and just like every time he’s touched me, my traitorous body comes alive.
My hips jolt at the sudden electricity pulsing through my core, and while the weight of his body crushes me into the mattress, he fingers the hem of Knight’s shirt, pulling it up to expose my chest.
He groans, and while I expect him to dive for my tits, it’s not what’s got his attention. It’s the space below—the blank canvas of skin over my ribs.
“All mine,” he repeats as his fingers continue working my clit.
He brings the tip of the blade to my skin, slowly dragging it down my ribs and watching the way it rolls so effortlessly over my body.
My gaze remains locked on the blade, terror lacing my every breath.
“You’re going to want to hold still, kitten,” he murmurs as his fingers dip lower and push into my cunt.
My hips involuntarily jolt again as my walls automatically clench around his fingers, and when the slightest groan tears free from my lungs, I want to kill myself.
How can he do this? Even when I want to gouge his eyes out with my nails, my body still responds to him as though he’s the very air I need to breathe.
As his fingers split inside of me, he grinds the heel of his palm against my core, and the blade finally comes down, slicing through my flesh like butter.
I cry out in pain, but he rolls his fingers inside of me, and the sharp pain quickly morphs into a wicked pleasure, confusing my senses.
His touch alleviated the pain, making it tolerable like some bullshit from Christian Grey’s Red Room.
I feel the blood roll over my side and soak into Knight’s mattress, and then the blade is there again, carving out the little letters, just as I knew he would.
Tears spill over, rolling down my cheeks as my traitorous body craves more, making me sick to my stomach.
He doesn’t stop working my cunt, pushing my body to its limits, bringing me right to the edge, only to pull back and do it again and again. Frustration burns through me, desperately needing the release, but the sharp sting of the blade keeps it at bay.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
He carves one letter after another into my skin, and when the blade falls to the mattress, I cry out with relief, realizing he’s finished. Then as his fingers roll inside of me, I can’t help but look down, desperately trying to make out the little letters he’s marked me with.
Seeing his handiwork on my body, he becomes mesmerized, and I don’t miss the massive bulge in the front of his pants, but when my hips jolt again, it’s as though he’s pulled out of his own musings.
“Hmmm, hungry for more, kitten?”
I suck in a breath, absolutely repulsed by this man. Repulsed by my body’s response to his touch. He took Laith’s life and now his fingers are buried deep inside of me. I hate that he’s capable of making my body come alive like this, making me crave that touch, but never again.
There’s no coming back from this. Not after everything that happened.
“Answer me, kitten,” he rumbles.
His tone is sickening and as I remain at his complete mercy, I have no choice but to nod out of pure self-preservation. “Yes.”
“That’s what I thought.”
He shifts over me, collecting his blade as apprehension booms through me, not knowing what to expect. His fingers pull out of me, and I hate the way my body misses his touch, but not a moment later, those fingers are replaced by the hilt of his blade, slowly pushing deeper inside of me.
I gasp, my eyes snapping up to his, not having expected this in a million years. He starts working me with it, circling the hilt inside of me as he works my clit with his thumb. My body trembles and within seconds, I come, my orgasm tearing through me with a fierce intensity.
I cry out, throwing my head back against the mattress, desperately thrashing against the ropes holding me down. “Fuck,” I cry out, my chest heaving, tears stinging my eyes.
This is wrong. So fucking wrong.
He doesn’t work me the same as Knight can, doesn’t allow me to ride it out, pulling the hilt of the blade out of my cunt and disregarding it on Knight’s bedroom floor.
He pulls at the ropes on my ankles, freeing them, then he grips my body and violently flips me over.
He takes my hips, dragging me down the bed until my bare ass is high in the sky, and my chest is hard against the mattress.
He frees his cock, and with one brutal thrust, he’s buried deep inside my cunt.
An involuntary cry tears out of me, my walls stretching around him and as he digs his fingers into my skin, he truly starts to fuck me.
Thrusting deep as he rolls his hips, taking me at every angle.
My clit screams for attention, and with my hands bound at my back, I’m powerless, left to let him have me in any way he desires.
He fucks me like a wild animal, taking and taking as his fingers dig into my hips, holding me still. He’s wild, untamed. Out of control, and I hate that my body loves every fucking second of it.
I’m a monster. A true fucking monster. This is the man who killed Laith and threatened to take Izzy or Knight next, and I’m here at his mercy, my body worked right to the edge.
He takes me deep and I push back against him, taking it harder like some kind of punishment as he starts to lose control.
This isn’t the disciplined man who sat still and allowed me to ride him in the club. This is different. This is raw need, undiluted hunger that needs to be fed, and right now, I’m giving him exactly what he needs, right here in another man’s bed.
He sinks into me again and again, driving his hips forward with brutal thrusts. Then like clockwork, my orgasm tears out of me, detonating within me like a nuclear weapon, and tearing everything to shreds in its path.
Guilt courses through my body as I cry out, my fingers balling into tight fists at my back, and not a moment later, he comes right along with me, his hips thrusting so deep I can practically feel him in my throat.
As I come down from my high, my body slumps against the bed and he simply holds my hips as he catches his breath, trying to regain just a semblance of control, but he won’t find it here. Not after that.
A moment passes before he pulls back, inching that thick cock out of me until finally stepping away, and now that it’s over, the apprehension soars back, unsure what’s supposed to come next.
Is this when I die for breaking his damn rules?
I scramble to the furthest corner of the bed, doing my best to cover myself while my hands remain bound at my back, my eyes glued to his as he folds that monster cock back inside his black pants.
“Pretty kitty. I have such a weakness for you. Your sweet cunt might have gotten the best of me today, but break my rules again, and I won’t be so forgiving.”
I swallow hard, my hands starting to shake again, and not a moment later, he strides out of the room, taking the black rose with him.
The second he disappears, I let out a sigh as my eyes pool with unshed tears, and when I pull against my wrists and realize I have no chance of getting free, I let out a heavy sigh.
“Siri,” I say with deep regret. “Call Knight.”