Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
It’s been two weeks since I was at this house, in this room, and she was coming on my gun. She’s on her side, one leg bent, the other out straight. I see her left hand holds my knife. She’s expecting me to come back, thinking she’ll stab me. Sorry to disappoint her.
I remove my handcuffs from my backpack and gently push her onto her stomach. She starts to stir, and I pause, waiting for her to relax into the mattress.
When she’s softly snoring, I grab her arms and bring them behind her back, then quickly wrap each cuff around her dainty wrists and crawl in next to her.
Now on her stomach, her heavy eyes open and meet mine. She gasps, but like I expected, she doesn’t scream. Realization takes a few seconds to sink in before she notices her hands are cuffed behind her back.
“You left your door unlocked,” I whisper, reaching out and pushing her bleach-blond hair off the side of her face. I was just here four hours ago with my parents to join her and her mother for dinner. I never left. I sat outside in my car around the corner just waiting for her to go to sleep. “That’s not smart, Elli.”
Her dark brows pull together. “How do you know me?” she asks, her voice full of curiosity. I’m sure she’s lost sleep trying to figure out who I am. I once again wear my mask, black jeans, and matching hoodie with my red contacts and leather gloves. She can’t see a single part of my skin.
“Why does it matter?” I ask my own question.
She wiggles, rocking her body side to side, and I push on her shoulder, guiding her onto her back. I get up and straddle her narrow hips, my eyes dropping to her exposed chest. I smile as I watch her nipples harden for me.
“Ow,” she whines, arching her back, her arms now pinned underneath her. “I need—”
Slapping my glove-covered hand over her mouth, I stop whatever demand she was going to order me. It won’t happen no matter what it is.
My free hand grabs the knife that lies next to her. Opening it up, I hold it to the side of her face, and she whimpers, those gorgeous eyes widening. Her hips arch underneath me, and I smile behind my mask.
Removing my hand from her lips, I let the tip of my finger trace them. She sucks in a deep breath, her chest rising. I adjust myself between her legs and lower the tip of the knife down her chest bone, over her stomach, and to her pussy. I flip it in my hand, the handle running up and down her cunt, spreading her pussy lips for me.
She moans, her eyes falling closed, and I slide the handle into her. She arches her back and neck, her legs opening wider for me to have better access. I pump it in and out, watching her juices cover the black handle.
Her body rocks back and forth, her breathing getting heavier, and my free hand reaches out, slapping the side of her breast. She gasps, so I do it again, and she’s moaning.
I drop my hand to her cunt and rub over her clit. My thumb plays with her piercing. It’s so hot. I want to pull on it with my teeth. Suck it into my mouth and watch her back arch while she screams.
“Oh God…” She trails off, licking her lips.
I hate that she doesn’t know who I am. That she can’t call out my name when I make her take what I give her. One day, she will. And when that day comes, she’ll realize there is no God in our world. There’s nothing holy in a world full of sinners.
My eyes drop back to the knife, and I hold the blade while I get more forceful with the handle. Her legs spread wide to make sure she doesn’t cut herself. Pity. A part of me would like to see her bleed for me. I’d lick it clean off her body like an offering.
“Oh my God.” She’s gasping, her neck arched, and I reach up and wrap my free hand around her throat, restricting her air while I position myself on my knees, hovering over her while I fuck her cunt with the handle of the knife.
I lower my face to hers, watching her ice-blue eyes go heavy. Her plump lips part in an attempt to get in air, but I don’t allow it. She stiffens under me, and her eyes fall closed as she comes like the good whore I knew she’d be.
Sitting up, I pull the knife out while letting go of her neck. Her body sags into the mattress, sucking in a breath. I hold out the knife to her face, and her heavy eyes open to meet mine. She parts her lips and sticks her tongue out. I run the handle along it, watching her lick it clean.