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‘‘Please, what?’’
I didn’t even sense him getting closer to me. He was right behind me, whispering in my ear, sending chills down my body. His husky voice brought excitement out of me, and I was no longer able to recognize myself. The words came out flawlessly, but it wasn’t me. It was the demon inside of me that craved Micah’s touch.
‘‘Where do you want me to touch you?’’
His tone was light, the bastard was teasing me. With a rough thrust, my eyes rolled to the back of my head, only a moan slipping out.
‘‘My clit,’’ I gritted out. ‘‘Touch my clit, please.’’
His response was to chuckle, before finding that sweet spot where my shoulder and neck connected, and biting down on it harshly. It wasn’t the same kind of pain as when he bit my inner thigh. This time, there was no blood, but there was an immense amount of pleasure that was, until now, unknown to me.
‘‘No,’’ he murmured softly against my skin, briefly pausing on his violent thrusting. ‘‘You don’t deserve it.’’
I felt something sharp on my throat and immediately felt my blood run cold. I forgot about the knife he brought from the kitchen. With the metal object pressed so firmly against my skin, I was terrified of moving.
‘‘What are you doing?’’ My whisper was barely above a whisper.
‘‘I don’t know,’’ he feigned innocence. ‘‘Maybe it was an accident.’’
He repeated the words I spoke not too long ago. I cussed myself mentally, hating the stupid excuse I had used.
Slowly, he started moving again, fucking me while holding the blade pressed against my throat. One wrong move, he’d slice it open and I’d die.
When I first saw Micah in the prison cell, I was terrified.
When the first letter arrived, I was paranoid.
When he escaped, when I saw him across the street from the grocery store, when he kidnapped me from the train station — all of those situations represented a moment of deeply rooted fear I had for this man.
Yet, after staying with him, after I escaped and he killed people in front of me, I still had some sort of sympathy for him, or at least compassion, especially after learning about the things that pushed him over the edge and turned him into the person he was today.
However, not a single moment compared to this one.
He was fucking me roughly, mercilessly, with a blade pressed against my neck. He knew of the risks, he knew that one wrong move would kill me, but he decided to go through with it regardless.
That was when I truly realized how right he was.
He was the monster I’d been craving all my life, the monster that I wished would ruin me.
If he was insane, I was worse.
He might be a psychotic murderer with a lot of kinks, but what did that make me? I was getting off on fear of him showing me that my life was in his palm, his to take, his to ruin.
Micah pressed the blade further into my skin and lightly pulled it to the side, drawing blood. It wasn’t deep enough to even scar, but enough for me to feel the ichor trickle down my throat, slowly dripping under my shirt.
The loudest moan came from my mouth and, in an instant, the blade was removed from my skin and I found myself underneath Micah.
He slammed into me again, violently, vowing to ruin me. His head came to my neck, slowly biting on the skin before licking off the blood that had splattered. He groaned at the metallic taste before bringing his mouth to mine.
There was something sadistic in the kiss that healed me. It was everything I needed and beyond. The rough taste of blood and him was enough to bring me closer to the edge as his tongue swirled around mine, leaving a permanent mark on me.
He made some distance between us, giving me one of the biggest, most sinister smiles. I was paralyzed under the intensity of his stare, waiting with impatience for what would come next.
Micah thrusted inside of me, bringing my legs up to his shoulders. It was the depth I thought no one would ever be able to reach, mixed with the feeling of his piercing scraping my inner walls, bringing another wave of ecstasy to the lower part of my body.
I screamed out, barely finding the voice. My eyes closed, his ruthless motions making my head spin. At some point, it was a struggle to breathe, but the pleasure was too high for me to stop.
‘‘Your cunt is so fucking amazing,’’ Micah groaned out. His jaw was tightened, eyes locked on me. It was as if he was simply getting off by watching me underneath him. ‘‘I just knew you’d be perfect for me.’’
