Chapter 8 #2
“Good fucking girl,” I praise, eyes sparking in delight.
Embarrassment causes a blush to creep over her cheeks, and it’s fucking adorable and sexy all at the same time. She looks away, and I use my thumb and forefinger to draw her face in my direction again, smirking at her.
“How much more do you think you can take?”
She flushes again, and I take that as my cue to lift her into my arms, forcing her legs to straddle my waist.
I hold her up by one hand, using the other to remove my belt before pressing myself against her.
“Can you take it?” I challenge.
She looks terrified as she stares into my eyes. I tease her opening, staring into her gorgeously brown eyes.
“More importantly, do you want to?”
She visibly swallows before nodding, sealing her fate along with mine.
“I-I’m on birth control, and clean.”
I’m clean, too.”
Pushing into her and stretching her open, I barely fit, and it takes time for her to adjust to my length. Her body winces slightly, and I stay patient as she adjusts, before her entire body is shivering with goosebumps, pain intertwining with pleasure.
I make eye contact with her, asking her without words if she’s okay, and her eyes shine with unshed tears once again. It makes my heart ache, something it’s never done before.
Fuck, this woman has doomed me to the hell of all hells.
She breathes through the pain, circling her arms around my shoulder to keep balance. I grab her ass to keep her balance, rocking against hers. An animalistic groan escapes me as I bounce her up and down my cock.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”
She can’t muster a reply, too lost in the pleasure. She moans, eyes rolling to the back of her head, goosebumps spreading over my skin at her reaction. I thrust into her, once, twice. Over and over, her tits bouncing with each move.
“Fucking mine,” I whisper.
She sobers at the words, startling slightly before seemingly coming back to the moment when I bury deep into her, my teeth grazing her neck.
I feel her body tensing up, panting harder, and rocking faster against me. Right when she’s near her orgasm, I lift her from me, stopping.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
My jaw sets. Obsession swirls inside me. I need to hear her say the words, or I can’t continue. I fucking need it.
She wiggles, attempting to make me give way, but I hold my ground.
“I’m not kidding, little fangs. Tell me you’re mine, or I might as well kill you. You know my secret, after all.”
“Isn’t that called blackmail?”
I level her with a serious glare, heart thudding inside my chest. I’ve never felt this affected by someone else. She doesn’t make me feel angry or mad, on the verge of killing everyone around me just because I can’t keep my sanity intact. She makes me into another man, and I quite like the feeling.
I’m terrified she won’t utter the words. I don’t want to kill her. Holding my breath, I fear she might not utter those words.
Until she does.
“I’m yours. Please, fuck me. I can’t take this torture.”
And it sounds so real. Not just because she feels like she has to, but because she means them.
I groan. “You’re pretty when you beg for me.”
Pulling her down again, she’s straddling me until my cock buries to the hilt deep inside her. Her body shivers, her eyes glaze over, and I know she wants to explode right here and now.
“You’ll hold it,” I order.
She blinks harder, fighting off tears shedding her lower lids. “I c-can’t.”
“You can and you will. Or I’ll stop.”
Every muscle inside her spasms as I keep fucking her, feeling my own body tensing. I want to come with her. Want to feel the connection between two souls as they unite in something so sacred and wonderful, yet so hot and erotic.
“P-please,” she begs.
The sound makes me reel in pleasure. She struggles to breathe, but what a good fucking girl she is. I quite like making her suffer.
“Hold it. Just a few more seconds.”
Her nails dig into the skin on my shoulders, and it only spurs me on. I begin counting down from ten.
“Oh fuck,” she mutters, body clenching.
She squeezes her eyes shut, breathing through the heat and causing sweat to bead on her forehead. I feel it sticking to me, too.
“Three…two…one,” I whisper into her ear, nibbling on her earlobe and forcing the goosebumps to erupt all over again. Fascination washes over me at seeing another human, especially her, unravel like this for me. “Come for me, pretty baby.”
She collapses on me, falling limp in my arms, and my control snaps. Holding her up as she falls apart, holding her through it until she’s spent, breathing heavily from the orgasm.
I chuckle in wonder, feeling a kind of freedom filling my chest that I’ve never felt before. I lay her down on top of the haybales on the trailer of the tractor, staring into her eyes with a smile lingering on my lips.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty. My chest aches.”
I grab her hand, putting it over my chest where my heart is pounding. “This is what you do to me.”
“You don’t even know me,” she breathes.
“I don’t need to know you to know that as soon as I saw you, I fucking snapped. Something came loose within me. It’s your fault. Now, I’m unredeemable.”
She frowns, but I see her mouth opening, a vague sign of her affection.
“Besides, there’s time to get to know each other. For now, let me make you feel good.”
I slap my cock against her pussy, leaving her quivering. I slide inside her again, but just enough to tease her without giving her more of what she wants. I wonder how many times I can make her come for me.
She bucks her hips, but I’m waiting for her words. She blushes when she whispers, “Please. I want more of you.”
I bury myself inside her once again, a moan forcing its way through her lips as I begin thrusting, her back hitting the trailer. I hope I’m not hurting her.
“That’s fucking it. You should have escaped me when you had the chance. Now you’re paying the price.”
My spine straightens and coils, and I try to pull away from her. I’m a gentleman and all that. But she scratches at my back with her nails under my shirt, clawing at me to keep me from moving.
I curse under my breath when she pushes her pelvic closer to me, and then I’m fucking spiraling. Fuck being a gentleman. I fill her up, coming inside her and claiming her.
When I pull out of her, I crave to make her come again.
My cock is replaced with two fingers as I stretch her open, curling and hitting her G-spot.
She barely has the time to catch her breath before she’s overwhelmed by the sensation, screaming as she comes once again.
Her hands grab the hay beside her, seeking purchase, and then her head lolls to the side.
A gasp escapes her. My world spins and collapses. I’d forgotten that was there.
I swallow as I stare at her, something wet and sticky meeting her fingertips.
I see the moment horror fills every cell in her body, blood covering her skin.
She scrambles up in panic, face drained of her blood, her body suddenly growing cold as she stares at the blood on the haybales, more than a few specks.
I knew I had to tell her eventually, and frankly, what did I think? That she would be okay with it?
“W-we have to call the cops,” she stutters, eyes turning to mine.
I purse my lips, but there’s a freedom in the sense of her knowing. My lips twist, a silent mockery as I stare at her, my defense mechanisms coming up.
After this, I know I will have to grab the axe and mask and leave. I have to trust she won’t tell anyone. I will keep to the shadows until I’m certain it’s safe to come forth. My heart aches, my world spinning, when I utter the last words that will seal her fate.
“I told you that you knew my secrets.”