Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
The ecstasy was hard and fast. It was too much. It was too sickening.
It’s incredible.
“That’s it. Give it to me, you fucking beautiful, dirty girl.”
And just like that, I came again like the whore he called me. His whore.
My pussy was soaked, the wet, slurping sounds of his mouth and my juices making things a slippery, sticky mess. I cried out just as the music got louder, everybody screaming in the background, all of them completely unaware I was getting off on the feeling of my assailant’s mouth on my cunt.
It was only after everything came crashing back that I started shaking, my legs weak and my heart thundering, that he pulled away. He rubbed his fingers through my pussy, smearing around my wetness before sliding those digits along my inner thighs. I felt the twinge of pain from all those minor cuts.
I was a sloppy mess from coming and felt humiliation and shame rise in me. And he hummed in pleasure. But when he grabbed my chin and I opened my eyes, looking into that skull mask, it turned me on like nothing I’d ever felt before.
For a prolonged second, he just stared at me, and then he shoved his fingers into my mouth, forcing me to taste my pussy juices and blood. It was a metallic, musky flavor.
It was sweetness and degradation.
“Suck them clean. Lick off the proof of what you just let me do, my dirty, little whore.”
I would be lying if I didn’t admit the sound that left me was more of a moan than anything else. And when he pulled them out, I sagged against the blown-up wall, unable to breathe and trying to look away. But his fingers on my chin were like a vise. Iron-strong.
“What a good fucking girl,” he praised.
He still had the mask pushed up, his lips appearing glossy from eating me out. And when he slammed his mouth down on mine, forcing a kiss on me and pushing his tongue between my lips, immediate resistance took root in me.
I bit down on his tongue hard enough I tasted his blood.
He gave a harsh sound before chuckling evilly, not even instinct making him pull back. Instead, he pushed his mouth against mine painfully, his teeth hurting my lips as he grunted, “That’s it. Fight me.” And then he kissed me again, pushing his tongue in and then retreating.
He mouth-fucked me in between giving me his next threat, making me shiver.
His taste was all around me. He was inside me.
And when he finally broke the kiss, he took a step back, his chest rising and falling like he ran a marathon. He pulled the face mask back down, and with one hard look in my direction, he turned and stalked away.
I could hear his voice echoing in my head like a dangerous mantra, all while remembering the feel of his kiss as he said it.
“Run, little rabbit. I’m going to chase you and hunt you down. And when I catch you this time, I’m going to fuck the life out of you.”
Chapter 4
Harra
I staggered out of the bouncy house, legs like pudding, sweat covering me, and blood and pussy juice slipping down the inside of my thighs. My inner muscles clenched painfully, rhythmically as I tried to walk like I hadn’t just been forced to climax against my assailant’s mouth.
I kept looking behind me, expecting to see him stalking me, but there were just laughing kids in their Halloween costumes, stuffing their faces with candy apples and popcorn as their parents trailed behind.
Barefooted, I stumbled forward, tripping over my own feet. I felt dizzy, drunk almost, as the aftereffects of my pleasure coursed through me. There were so many people around that I could have easily yelled for help, and when I opened my mouth to do just that, I felt a familiar, oppressive presence behind me.
He reached around me, placed a heavy hand on the center of my chest, and pulled me back toward his front, his heavy, distorted breathing filling me ear. “Do it. Make me slit some motherfucker’s throat because you asked for help and I had to shut that shit down.” He was so hard, so big and strong behind me. His voice was deadly and dark. “I want you to do it, little rabbit.”
He pressed his rigid cock against the small of my back, and I bit my lip hard enough I broke skin. To me, on the inside, he didn’t hold me like we were a couple—a sweet and soft embrace. He kept me close like I was his captive… his toy. But to everyone on the outside, this monster and I probably looked like we were lovers.
If they only knew the truth.
Every part of me tingled. I didn’t know if it was from the fearful adrenaline rushing through me or because of something more devious.