Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
EMMETT
Halloween used to be fun. When we were younger, Grimm and I were the town's troublemakers. We started with the more harmless pranks like ding-dong-ditch and leaving flaming paper bags of shit on the front steps of stuffy officials. As we got older, our pranks became more advanced. The types that took hours of planning for a few seconds of laughter.
Apart from the countless pranks, Grimm’s dad would take us pumpkin-picking at a patch not too far away. We’d spend the day selecting the perfect pumpkins and after returning to Grimm’s , we would dedicate hours to carving gruesome designs.
It was an escape from all the horrors of my home and added to my love for art. Our masterpieces only made it as far as Grimm’s front porch, because James didn’t give a shit about my creativity. I don’t know when or why we stopped, maybe we can start up the tradition again this year .
Halloween isn’t like that anymore, at least not at Blackwood . It’s all about parties. Most students at Blackwood go crazy over Halloween .
The girls rave over costumes or lack thereof. The guys don’t usually dress up. A face mask or a t-shirt that says, “ THIS IS MY HALLOWEEN COSTUME ,” makes numerous appearances on campus this time of year.
But for me, it’s the one night I don't have to be Emmett Blackwood .
I can be whoever my ice-cold heart desires.
I haven’t decided on a costume this year because most of my time has been taken up by my new little obsession. I’m in all black, sporting jeans and a hoodie. I have a mask set out for the party.
The white plastic covers the entirety of my face aside from the black sunken holes that make up the eyes. It’s got a crooked smile that looks like it was carved roughly into the material, leaving jagged edges along the line. No doubt making your skin crawl when you look into its hollow, smiling face.
Walking out of my room, I see Grimm hanging up decorations. He’s already fully dressed in his costume. His face is covered in black and white paint, designed to look like a skull.
He’s wearing a white blood-splattered t-shirt. The blood looks way too real and as Grimm walks by, the metallic and coppery notes hit my nostrils causing me to scrunch my face. Not wanting to ask where he got the blood from, I offer to help him finish decorating instead.
The music tonight is ear-splitting. Toxicity by System Of A Down blares through the speaker as partygoers enter the house. My body is vibrating with need as I lean against the wall, hidden from view of those entering our haunted little house. From where I’m standing, I have a clear view of everyone as they enter, while keeping hidden in the shadows.
Even if I wasn’t watching the door with rapt attention, I would know the moment my little obsession walked through. I could feel it in the way the hairs on the back of my neck rise and goosebumps trail my nape.
Blair walks inside and my eyes roam over her body, studying her costume. She’s wearing high-heeled boots that trail up to her thighs and stop just a few inches below her skintight, black skirt that accentuates her legs. A black corset squeezes her torso and tits, practically showing everyone what’s mine.
I’m instantly hard at the sight of her.
Fuck , she looks good.
Fucking perfect.
Fucking mine .
But I don’t understand what her costume is meant to be. Not until I see the ink-colored halo above her head and black broken wings strapped to her shoulders.
My little angel came dressed as what I can only assume is a fallen angel. If it was Blair’s mission to get my attention with her costume, she succeeded. I shake my head and let out a low chuckle.
Blair’s friends enter behind her and after taking a look around, they make their way deeper into the party, going straight towards the table filled with drinks. I tilt my head as I watch, fascinated by her every move.
My good girl is choosing to rebel tonight with that costume. Showing off every inch of skin that only I should be seeing. I wasn’t the only one to notice how fucking edible she looks. Assholes that have done nothing to deserve her, gawked and whistled as she walked through the door.
If it was possible to kill someone with a look, they’d all be six feet under. But the only punishment I’ll hand out tonight will be to the little fallen angel herself. I push off the wall and make my way closer to where she stands. Close enough to watch and listen, but not close enough to be seen.
Movement to the left causes me to turn my head, and I see the same stupid fuck, Braxton , who plopped down in the seat next to her in class and would not leave her alone. I remember the sweet smile she flashed at him. Like he was fucking charming or some shit.
Unfortunately , Blair not only caught the eyes of prince charming but the fucking villain as well. I want her, so I will have her. Consequences be damned.
My eye twitches at the thought of them. Snapping back into the present moment, I focus on my girl. He has his sights set on my pretty little obsession, but that won’t last for long. As he makes his way towards her, my fists start to clench and my jaw hardens. This motherfucker is more annoying than a piece of dog shit on my shoe.
His lips curve into a huge grin, attempting to win over her and her friends. He says something that makes Blair laugh and she throws h er head back, her smile growing bigger by the second. Red starts to seep into my vision as she playfully pushes her hand against his chest, giving Braxton the chance to catch her hand, and using the opportunity to lead her outside.
Letting out a frustrated breath, I follow them to the back of the house. They take a seat next to the fire pit and continue talking. The music carries to the backyard, causing them to lean in closer to be able to continue their conversation. Seeing him whisper in her ear and making her giggle, makes my blood boil. I’ve had enough and will not allow this to go on a second longer.
She is mine. I’m taking what is mine.
Peering through the dark holes of my mask, I pull out my phone to send her a text.
Me: Sweet, sweet girl. You may be a fallen angel tonight but your heart’s too pure to let anything happen to Braxton, isn’t it?
Me: Don't test me, Blair.
I look up and see him tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. My grip tightens on my phone and I send her another text before I go over there and snap his fucking neck. I hit send, then pocket my phone and leave the backyard, walking towards the cemetery.
Me: I don’t make empty threats, little obsession. Meet me at the graveyard behind campus or he’ll be in pieces at your doorstep. Wrap it up. You have ten minutes.
Tugging up my hood, I walk, thinking of all the ways I can kill Braxton .
Entering the graveyard, I make my way to stand against a tree, allowing me to be hidden by its darkness. My jaw clenches with annoyance as I watch the minutes tick by. Almost fifteen minutes pass before I see her walk through the smokey front of the cemetery.
I put my hand in my pocket, feeling the sharp edge of the knife against my fingertips. Blair decided to disobey me.
Braxton was a dead man walking, anyway.
BLAIR
Coming to a stop at the front of a large wrought iron gate, I can see breath clouds form in front of me with every exhale of air. The cool October weather chills my skin while the alcohol keeps my insides warm.
I look down at the text I got from Emmett . Licking my lips and looking back up, I glance around the cemetery. Squinting , I see a large figure in the center of the graveyard, which must be Emmett .
Rubbing my arms as I make my way over to him, I attempt to ignore the ominous atmosphere sending a shiver down my spine.
As I get closer to the figure, I realize it can't be Emmett based on it s massive size. The leaves and dirt crunch under my boots with every step, as I inch up slowly to what looks like a weeping angel. I’m reaching up to feel the cracked paint of her tears under my fingertips when something cold and sharp presses against my neck.
Pure terror shoots down my spine and I freeze. My fingers start to shake against her face, causing some of the paint to chip further, making thicker patches of tears. Hot breath caresses my neck, causing goosebumps to appear in its wake. My pulse is pounding against the tip of the object. They lean in and I feel their lips against my ear.
“ You’re late.” He whispers. I know that voice. It’s Emmett .
He brings his arm back to his side, the sharp object leaving my throat. For a moment, I’m able to breathe again. Still just an inch away from me, he whispers again, this time, an instruction.
“ Run .”
I don’t hesitate for a second. I take off through the graveyard and dart into the woods behind the cemetery. I’m not able to put too much distance between us because I’m in heeled boots and praying I don’t end up twisting an ankle.
The fucking angel wings don’t improve my situation either as they hit against tree trunks and branches. My shoes slow me down and I will my legs, pumping faster.
The fear I feel right now is…different. Adrenaline pumps through my veins and my cheeks stain red at the realization that heat is forming in my core. I like the fear he’s giving me right now.
What the fuck.
Continuing to test my body, I urge it to keep going despite the burning in my lungs. My morning runs have not prepared me for this moment. I attempt to steady my breathing as best as I can and fall into a steadier pace.
I’m deep into the forest now and don’t hear anyone or anything around me. Positive I’ve lost Emmett , I hunch over, hands on my knees, and gulp down much-needed air.
“ Fuck ,” I wheeze as every inhale burns through my lungs. When I've regained my breathing, I stand back up and survey my surroundings, wondering where to go from here. A tree branch crunches and I whip my head in the direction I think it came from. Spinning in a circle as my hair whips around my face, I check my surroundings. I try to listen to the sounds of the night but the thumping of my heart in my ears is all I can hear.
Snap .
My head whirls around again, my hair whipping in front of my face, but I’m only met with darkness.
Snap .
My heart starts to pump harder.
Snap .
Snap .
SNAP !
Branches start to be crunched in quick succession until all of a sudden everything goes silent. I feel disoriented. I can't tell which direction they came from. I also can’t tell which direction I came from. Of course, it would be my fucking luck to end up lost in the middle of the forest. Tiptoeing , uncertain of where to go, I hold my breath and continue to listen for any sign of Emmett .
After a few minutes, my heart starts to slow and aggravation sinks in. By the lack of sound, I’m certain Emmett left. I begin to walk at a normal pace in the direction I’m pretty sure I came from, eager to get home. I see the graveyard up ahead and let out a sigh of relief. Quickening my pace, I make my way through the graves and come up on the weeping angel statue I was fascinated by earlier.
A glance is all it took for me to lose my footing, slowing me down.
Giving the predator the chance to attack.
Burning pain laces my scalp as a strong hand takes hold of my hair and yanks me backward against a hard chest.
“ Guess you don’t care about Braxton after all. Good . Get on your knees.” He grunts, huskily.
I try to turn my head slightly to look at him, but wince when the knife, once again pressed against my throat, nicks my skin. The fear mixes with desire as I stand with him against my back, his hard length pressed into me, and his blade at my throat. I close my eyes and take in a deep breath, being careful not to move under his grip.
“ Emmett , I -” Before I can respond, his other hand wraps around my mouth.
“ Nice costume. You want to prove you're not an innocent little angel, huh? Then you'll get on your fucking knees and suck my cock.” He bites the lobe of my ear before he continues speaking. “ You’ll take every inch of me down your throat while I have a knife against it like a good fucking girl. Won’t you?”
Vindictiveness laces his words as he removes his hand from my mouth and drags a knuckle down my face. The contradicting softness of his actions with his cruel words causes me to clench my thighs. With a few words, I’m fucking putty. For him to mold as he sees fit.
“ Yes ,” I whisper. I don't know where my ability to deny him went, but it's nowhere in sight. I can feel wetness starting to pool between my thighs from the thought of taking him in my mouth. I want to be his good girl.
“ Is that what you want, Blair ? To be my good little slut?” He hums, the sound rough and low. The depraved words make something deep inside me start to slink forward. Like he awakened a darkness I didn't know I had. He removes the knife from my throat and spins me around to face him.
Once face to face, he touches the blade to my neck again. I nod slowly.
“ Then get on your fucking knees, my filthy girl. Show me how sinful you are, baby.” Emmett puts a hand on my shoulder and pushes me down. I land, kneeling in front of him, in a pile of dirt.
Stealing a quick glance at my surroundings, the tombstone to our left catches my eye. Am I really about to give head on top of the departed? The depravity of it only makes my arousal increase.
Yeah , something must be wrong with me.
He takes the tip of the knife and brings it under my chin, using the flat side to tilt my head up. Reaching down, he places his thumb on my bottom lip, rubbing back and forth before pushing on it slightly.
“ Open up for me, let me see that pretty little tongue,” he demands. I open my mouth slightly, barely enough for him to fit his finger inside.
“ More ,” he commands. I obey, but I’m tempted to test him. My mouth widens, but remembering the feeling of his cock against my ass, I know it’s not enough. Emmett tsks down at me and takes his fingers, pushing them past my lips and hooks them behind my bottom teeth, stretching my mouth wide open.
“ That's better. Now stick out your tongue.” The desire to please him grows and I stick my tongue out. I look up at him just as he gathers saliva up and then spits it onto my waiting tongue. With his blade, he pushes my chin up, closing my mouth. “ Swallow it, you filthy girl.”
I whimper as I swallow his spit down, eager for what's next. Loving the feeling of any part of him inside of me. I look up at him, meeting his eyes and they’re filled with so much lust and affection it catches me off guard.
“ Has my greedy girl ever sucked cock before?” He purrs seductively. I shake my head in response. “ Good . I'm gonna teach you how to be a good little slut for me baby, don't you worry.” His words go straight to my clit, making me whimper.
He undoes his belt and pulls it through the loops until it's free. The resounding zip of his pants is deafening in the literal , dead silence of the graveyard. Itching to do it myself, I reach forward, grab his jeans, and pull them down. His cock springs free and bobs against his abdomen.
Nothing could have prepared me for the size of him. Thick and long with a large vein running down the underside, and a perfectly proportioned head that’s already leaking with precum. My eyes widen as I take him in. I begin to question myself and if I should go through with this.
Emmett lets out a low chuckle and as if he was able to hear my thoughts, he reassures me .
“ You can and you will take my cock baby, open up.” He positions the knife against my throat once again. With his free hand, he rubs his tip along my lips, spreading the pearly substance along them. My tongue darts out to lick it, eager to taste him.
Leaning forward, I lick the underside of his shaft, following the thick vein until I reach the tip. I swirl my tongue around it before drawing him into my mouth. I'm rewarded with a low rumble that vibrates through him and my body reacts immediately, my core clenching.
Desperate to pull more of these noises from him, I repeat the action of sucking and swirling my tongue around his length. This is my first time doing this, so I try to listen closely to see what makes him moan for me, making sure to repeat those actions.
I continue the same motions until he drops the knife from my throat and grabs my hair while pulling himself out of my mouth, causing me to look up at him.
“ You’re doing so good baby, but I need to fuck your throat now. Be a good little slut and open that mouth nice and wide for me.” My eyes widen, and so does that devilish grin.
“ You’re going to take my big cock down your throat. I want to hear you gag and choke around it.” He says roughly. I look directly into his eyes and nod, nervous yet excited for him to take control again.
Opening my mouth, Emmett slides himself inside until his tip touches the back of my throat. My reflex triggers and small gags try to slip out. He cups the back of my head with one hand as he begins to thrust shallowly.
“ I love seeing my cock disappear into your mouth, baby. But I want to see it bulging from inside your throat.” He wraps the other hand around my neck and pushes himself in further, making me gag harder as tears start to form in the corner of my eyes and drool starts to leak out of my mouth.
“ You can take it my little obsession, you're doing so good. Breathe through your nose for me.” I do as he says. Breathing through my nose and opening my throat up for him. He pushes further, making his tip curve down my throat. The intrusion makes me gag again.
“ Shhh , baby. Just a little bit more.” he soothes, the soft words a contradiction to the brutality of his cock constricting my airways.
Emmett increases his pace, beginning to thrust harder. He cups my head gently and whispers dirty words of praise, creating a pool between my thighs. The pleasure and awe on his face as he looks down with rapt attention, makes small gargled moans slip through my mouth. I rub my thighs together in an attempt to relieve the building ache between them.
He continues his pace, pumping himself down my throat. He thrusts roughly and stills, remaining in the back of my throat for a few seconds. The action causes me to choke for air until he pulls back, allowing me a quick breath before he repeats the motion.
“ That's it, pretty girl. Such a perfect slut, you’re doing so good letting me fuck your throat. When I cum, you're going to swallow every drop like the greedy little whore you are.” He grunts, shoving his cock deeper, losing his controlled tempo as he begins to thrust harder.
He lifts the knife and places it back against my throat as he shoves himse lf deep into my mouth. Nestled there, I gag as thick, hot spurts of cum shoot out of his cock. “ That's it, milk my cock little obsession. Every . Last . Drop .”
He pumps his hips slightly as the salty taste covers my tongue and leaks down my throat. Between his cock and cum invading my airways, I'm completely unable to breathe. Hoping to hear his praise once more, I swallow it all down as he pulls himself out of my mouth.
He angles the knife so the flat slide touches my cheek, and wipes away a stray tear.
“ You did so good. Do you know what that means?” He asks huskily. Shaking my head, I begin to stand back up. My legs tremble and I can’t tell if it's from being chased through the woods or the ache building between them.
“ Good girls get rewarded, baby.” He smirks at me and the need in between my thighs grows stronger.
Before I can ask what that means, Emmett hoists me up and carries me over to the mausoleum beside the angel statue. He sets me down on the harsh cement steps that line the front of it. The cold permeates my skin and sends goosebumps trailing down my back, the alcohol in my bloodstream no longer helps to keep me warm.
I watch as he drops to his knees in front of me. I don't know what I was expecting but it wasn’t that. He runs his hands from my ankles up to my knees before slowly pushing them outward.
“ I've been starving for another taste of your pretty little pussy, baby.”
Shocked by his confession, I willingly let him spread my knees open. He lets out a low, guttural growl the moment his eyes land on the wet fabric covering my pussy. A soft gasp falls from my lips as he brings the knife to the material and slices it from my body, leaving me bare.
“ Fuck , Blair . This perfect little pussy,” he says making eye contact with me, “is all that I fucking crave.”
My cheeks redden and the glint of metal catches my eyes as he brings his blade to my throat again, forcing me to lean backward. He lowers his head between my thighs and takes a deep breath, making me blush harder as my heart stutters in rhythm.
He turns his head, biting and sucking on the skin of my thighs. Little kisses trail closer to the spot I want his mouth on but he continues to tease me. Dropping feather-light kisses on my clit, he repeats this a few times, making me squirm.
“ Emmett , it doesn’t feel like a reward when you dangle it in my face and then take it away.” I spit out.
His eyes shoot up to mine like I just interrupted him.
“ You weren’t complaining a few minutes ago when my cock was hanging in front of your face.” With his eyes still trapped on mine, he sticks out his tongue and drags it from my entrance all the way up to my clit. The feeling of his warm tongue on my chilled skin elicits a heightened sensation, making shivers go through my body. He continues lapping at my arousal, stopping to suck on my clit every so often.
He drags his tongue downward, swirling it around my entrance before pushing it inside. My cheeks heat and my body trembles at the fact he’s fucking me with his tongue. He continues pushing it inside, drinking my arousal from the source as his low groans vibrate against me. The heat of his breath blows onto my sensitive clit with the action .
My eyes flutter closed as the feeling of heat in my spine starts to build but before it can, he bites my clit with a sharp nip. Gasping , my eyes fly open, greeted by a smug face Emmett .
“ Eyes on me, baby. You’re going to watch as I make you flood my mouth with your desire.” My chest rises and falls from my erratic breathing as he removes the knife from my throat. As soon as it's gone, I wish it was back. I don’t know what's wrong with me, but the fear of him holding my life in his hands is intoxicating and I need more.
With the sharp point angled at my skin, he lightly glides it down my chest and over my stomach, barely touching the fabric hiding my skin until it reaches my pussy.
He swipes his tongue up and down my slit and I grip his hair, pulling him closer, never wanting him to stop. His free hand yanks the top of my corset down, making my breasts spill over as he tugs and twists on my nipple.
“ Yes , Emmett .” I gasp “ Please , keep going.”
It isn't until I feel something cold and round against the heated flesh of my entrance that I'm quickly brought back to reality.
“ What are you doing?” I whisper yell.
“ Shhh baby. I’ll make it feel good for you. Just relax for me, okay? I won't go too far in. After all, when I do claim this pussy, it'll be with my cock buried so deep, you’ll see heaven and hell.”
I feel drunk on his words as if the alcohol was still coursing through my veins. I nod and watch with wide eyes as he spits on the handle before rubbing it through my slick folds. His palm is wrapped around the blade, nicking his skin and causing his blood to drip down my legs, a stark contrast to my pale thigh.
He leans forward and swipes his tongue through the coppery liquid that’s fallen on my skin. Looking up, he gives me a devilish smile with the blood still coating his teeth and lips. The action sends a shock straight to my clit.
He presses the tip to my entrance and slowly pushes in as he brings his mouth back to my clit, increasing the speed of his firm licks. I don't recognize the moans leaving my mouth as the pleasure starts to build again in my core. He’s slow at first, allowing me time to stretch and adjust to the knife as he pushes further.
The handle starts to ease in as he thrusts it in and out, never going too deep. The feeling of the cool steel sliding inside me and the warmth of his wet mouth on my clit makes me gasp at the contradicting sensations.
His lips wrap around the swollen bud as he switches between sucking harshly and lightly scraping his teeth over my sensitive skin. The shallow pumps of the handle paired with the intense suction on my clit send sparks through my body as my walls clench and throb around the handle. He picks his head up and stares at me intensely while asking,
“ You like that, little obsession? Show me. Cum all over my knife so we can both taste how delicious you are.”
That’s all it takes for me to come undone. Beads of sweat drip down the sides of my forehead and I see stars. I call out his name and grab onto his shoulders, digging my nails into his clothes. He pulls out the knife and plants his face back on my clit, sucking with so much force the air leaves my lungs. My hi ps push against his face, riding out the last waves of my orgasm.
As I come down from my high, I feel Emmett peppering kisses down my legs as he pulls my skirt back to its original place.
“ Such a good fucking girl,” he whispers. He brings the knife up to my mouth and taps my lips with it.
“ Taste yourself.” He commands.
I do as I’m told, opening my mouth and licking myself from the knife. When he pulls it back, he smiles at me then wraps his lips around the entire handle and sucks it clean.
He folds the knife and stuffs it back into his pocket. He brushes the sweaty strands of hair that are stuck to my face behind my ear and rubs his hand down the back of my head, almost like he's petting me.
“ Don’t mistake my kindness towards you as a weakness, Blair .”
His voice is colder than it was earlier when he showered me with praise. “ I will not tolerate anybody thinking they can touch you. You’re . Mine .”
I roll my eyes. “ I am not yours, Emmett . I don't know how many times I have to tell you that,” I say as I stand up.
His hands ball by his sides as he clenches his jaw. He brings his hand up to my neck and squeezes gently. “ You are mine, Blair . It'll do you good to realize that sooner rather than later. Stop being a fucking brat. Unless you want bodies to start dropping, I strongly suggest you listen to me.” He growls.
Before I can even respond, he’s let go and has already turned his back on me, leaving me alone in the cemetery behind campus .
I watch him as he walks away and confusion swirls inside my mind. He is so insanely irritable, not to mention crazy, but my body isn’t physically capable of denying him.
I feel myself growing attached to the constant shadow at my back. I wish it made sense. His words leave me terrified of what’s to come if I choose to ignore his warnings.
Fuck . Me .